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"Perhaps you could tell me about your life at the hive if you're comfortable?" Eribel suggested as they very carefully opened the door, antennae perking up in curiosity. They wouldn't push if their guest wasn't comfortable, of course, and would be happy to change the subject if necessary.

They set down the cookies and tea in front of Hornet so that she could help herself to as much as she desired. If they happened to run out of either cookies or tea, well, Eribel could always leave to get some more. Hornet was a friend and a most welcome guest, after all.

"I'm happy to share more about myself as well, if that helps," the cogwork bug added.

silksentinels

Goodness.

How long had it been since she had spoken of the hive? Hornet couldn't remember. She didn't mind speaking on it but it was a little hard to know where to start.

She closed her eyes in contemplation. "I spent much of my youth there being trained by the hive's queen. Her name was Vespa and she was a close friend and confidant to my mother."

Her mother. The recent dive into her memories to retrieve the Everbloom had almost reopened that wound. It had been centuries since Herrah had gone to sleep to fulfill her duty as a Dreamer, but much less since she had finally been laid to rest. It had been so difficult to stand idly by, but she knew that she had made the right decision.

Recalling the pride and kindness with which her mother had treated her had been an unexpected gift.

"They were a structured and disciplined people always working for the benefit of the whole. Which is not to say they eschewed individuality outright, but they worked perfectly in tandem. I could not say I made many friends, exactly, as most of my time was spent training but I was friendly with many. It was bright, lively, golden and the honey they made there became one of my favorite treats."

It had also been warm. So, so warm. The brightness of the place was a bit much for a spider brought up in darkness, but she had always been fond of cuddling with the other bees in training. They were all so fluffy and comfortable to curl up amongst.

"What of you, Eribel? What was your youth like?"

#m: hornet #c: eribel #c: second sentinel #goldensentinel

impure-vessel-official

[Nail glinting dangerously, it cuts through the space in a graceful arc... only to find not its quarry but the empty space left behind in her nimble and skillful evasion. It takes but a moment for the Vessel to register what happened, the old and disused gears of combat vivaciously whirring to life as if the grace and skill that they embody had never been abandoned in lieu of becoming a living prison, as their head snaps up and follows the threads of silk which had carried the intruder away. They start to pivot to turn to face her only to stop when she speaks to them.

Hollow Knight.

Not an extraordinary remark. That is what they are called. The very moniker by which their purpose is defined and the one that the common bug had almost certainly come to know them by. But... the voice. Her voice. Something about it... rings true. Familiar somehow even though it's different from the childish babbling (why) that starts to dance at the fringes of their still muddled mind. A distant echo from memories so old... a strange and rending sort of warmth twisting from deep within... it's a wonder they can still grasp anything of substance at all from them.

And yet. Discarded the notion becomes nonetheless. Far too many wires are crossed still. Scrambled. Confused. Still gripped by the raw emotions which had brought the Vessel beyond the seals and recklessly put them on the attack. Hazy, but pulled forward by the most tightly wound of threads. That sense of duty that keeps them here and on the attack. Stop the intruder. Stop any that have become infected. Find and contain the Old Light.

The Vessel resumes turning, quickly enough despite being weakened and slowed by the infection-induced damage to their body, and just in time to tilt their nail at that dreaded telltale angle so as to catch the other's counter-attack against it. The shrill--yet oddly satisfying, to the Vessel, for combat runs deep even in the absence of ordinary vital fluids beneath their shell--sound of metal against metal reverberates through the deathly stillness of the temple, tattered cloak briefly flicking up enough to show the distinct lack of a second arm, before the Vessel leverages just enough strength and force to swing the nail out and repel her. Hard.

Then a flash of pure soul, of pale light, and three blades are sent out in her general direction before they dash, nail set to strike out, anew. And a thought, as the notion of the Old Light being free weighs heavily against them... --pulls forth feelings of shame, failure, and panic anew.

What have you done? What have you done? What have you done?]

silksentinels

Sparks flies when their weapons connect and then she is sent hurtling through the air.

Hornet twists around, righting herself up so that she lands on her tarsi and leans down, hand placed against the ground to steady herself. Had it just been her imagination? Did it seem like something had, even if just for a moment, clicked? Hornet growled--she was not one for wishful thinking. Even if that was the case there was still just too much about this situation she did not understand. Focus first on survival, on taking them down, then perhaps she could consider other options. Until that was done she could not let sentimentality distract her.

The first two pale blades she dodged, but the third found its mark, slicing at the shell of her arm. She hissed but remained focused on the one before her, already coming in for another strike.

She intended to use her smaller size to her advantage. If she could dart between their legs, she could attempt to use her silk to tie them up. Determined, she held her needle at the ready to parry any swings and lunged forward to attempt just that.

#m: hornet #c: the hollow knight #impure-vessel-official

@moonlitsorceress

For someone who had spent most of her existence in only one building, this was all a lot of take in. After her mother's end she and Hornet had left Pharloom, going to the surface that in her mind had an almost mythical status. Lace wasn't stupid, she knew there was so much more to the world than the citadel or even a single kingdom, but she had never been allowed to reach out to it before.

They had come upon a town on the surface that was full of creatures she never even knew existed--all manner of creatures that were not bug. It was odd, she looked closer to them than she did bugs and so it had made her rather curious.

Hornet was procuring them some lodgings at the nearby inn and so Lace had been left to her own to explore at her leisure. Goodness, even now she was not accustomed to such freedom.

Her wandering brought her toward a street stand selling some pretty trinkets and she leaned over to look at them. Also examining the wares was one of those creatures---human? She thinks they are called? Or at the very least she looks like one.

Lace couldn't help but stare , her bright eyes luminous.

"Are you a human?" She asks directly.

Unfortunately the silk golem doesn't exactly have much experience talking to others. Her manners are a little lacking.

#moonlitsorceress #m: lace #c: saya tsuki #let me know if this works for you!#and merry christmas

rpmemepalkia

Please reblog this if your blog is crossover friendly

aka you are happy to write with muses who aren't in your same fandom (fandomless muses of similar genre for instance)

+ specify in tags what kind of crossovers you're open to

#ooc;#im open to nearly everything #off the top of my head my only hard no are people who roleplay real people #like fictional depictions of historical people is fine but still living celebrities are not

impure-vessel-official

[Burning. Bright. Brighter. Brightest. Impossibly bright. Searing and rending, carving out (gutting) channels of vibrant (sickly) orange underneath the inky darkness of their shell; contained, contained, contained... until contained it could no longer be and with a sickening crunch had pierced the knight's shell, sending a crack down their otherwise pristine visage. A permanent mark of their failure to contain. Seared into their shell, deep deep deep enough that it feels as though it would somehow also leave a darkness on the primordial darkness which fills it.

(Oh how the mighty have fallen. So strong yet so weak. So weak when it comes to...)

Infected. To be infected... it's pain. It's agony. It's a never-ending cacophony of madness interspersed with sharp (all too sharp) moments of lucidity; cruel and twisted for its brevity. Allowing only enough time to glimpse, to feel their state, to be pressed in by the burgeoning sense of shame and failure (a weight far heavier than the chains which bind them), and to think. To think on exactly how they may make their body too useless to be worth puppeteering. They can think of little else in those brief moments where they aren't completely gripped by the blinding rage and madness, that desperate need to destroy any would-be usurpers, to let that blazing light shine through ever more.

Thoughts which only accelerate. Intensify in full as they sense that something is about to reach an end. The Hollow Knight themself waiting (not that they have much of a choice; harshly restrained as they are by the enchanted chains) as well and all the while, all that fills their mind during those brief reprieves are the thoughts of running their nail through their own body.

Useless. Useless. Useless. Make your body as useless as possible. No cost too great. No cost too great...

And then. Suddenly, it all cuts out like flickering static. Something is felt, deep in the core their being and then... all that brightness and light from before is drowned out by a wave of the very darkness that comprises their being. The chains vanish before the Vessel can further register what has just occurred and they gracelessly fall to the floor below, face-first, their head smacking against the metallic hilt of their nail. They lay there for a moment, utterly motionless, as if they truly are dead. Something grits, grinds, almost like teeth from beneath their chin... before a hand desperately curls around the nail, forcing it upright into the ground with a violent (albeit slight) upheaval of the floor beneath its point, and forcing themself back up, even as they shake against the effort... the very pain (constant as it had been before) bestowed upon them by the infection shooting through every fibre of their being.

Pain. No longer burning or bright, but pain nonetheless. Clarity. No longer bound by the enraged haze, but hazy nonetheless. Still muddled. Still...

Their duty. The... Old Light. Where was she? Their chains. Gone. But no one else... no other Vessel here... to account for it. Had something gone wrong? Had she escaped...?

The thought grips them painfully. Tightly. Worse than the very chains which had bound them and with it, that sense of panic quickly brings them beyond the door (now open!!!) which had once sealed them in and spot someone. The nail, now gripped tightly in their only remaining hand, slams into the ground and twists, the familiarity of the figure completely lost on the Vessel. Their eyes narrow, almost squint, as they size the intruder up for a moment and before they can even think about it, off they go... --a swift dash forward, nail glinting even in the dull light of the temple, as they attack.]

silksentinels

Her grip on her needle is strong, but she does not make the first move for there is something that stands out immediately to Hornet: the lack of that horrid, tell-tale glow. Just as the Infection had dissipated from the air she saw its absence in their eyes. All bugs that had succumbed to the Radiance glowed. They did not.

The weaver did not have much time to figure out how all this could be or call out to them before suddenly they were dashing forward, nail at the ready. Were she the sort she might have cursed, but centuries of training and acting the sentinel for this dying kingdom made it so she was immediately able to slip into battle.

Silk burst from her spinnerets soaring high about both their heads to latch onto the walls of the Temple. Her body sailed after, only just barely dodging and she dug her claws into the ridges of the old edifice.

"Hollow Knight?"

Were they still Infected, her path would be obvious: do whatever she could to keep them occupied, maybe even try and to restrain them if she could until Ghost arrived.

Now?

Now she was not certain. Hornet had never enjoyed the duty of cutting her siblings down, but she had done it unflinchingly for it was what had to be done for the survival of all that remained of Hallownest. She did not want to have to cut down another if it was unnecessary, but even more than that was because Hollow Knight was different.

All the other vessels she had slain over the years had been strangers, kin in form only.

She had known Hollow Knight.

She had run around their cloak when she was but a newborn and they were still considered Pure---when they were seen as empty.

When all her usual tenders were too busy trying to save the kingdom, she had poked and nipped them, scampering up their back and swung from their horns by a thread and chattered endlessly at them. Those memories were vague, they were fuzzy, but the warmth they carried had remained as strong as ever.

She did not want to fight them, but Hornet remained stalwart as ever. She had to both defend herself and make certain they did not run off to potentially cause arm to others so she shoved herself off the wall and dove, hoping to strike them from above.

#impure-vessel-official #m: hornet #c: the hollow knight #nothing to apologize for~

fireflysummers

Sorry Lace, you've been adopted. This is non-negotiable.

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@impure-vessel-official

This was beyond anything that had ever been predicted.

For all of her life Hornet had been lead to believe that there was only one way her vigil would end. One day, whether they were strong enough or not, she would need to allow a vessel to pass through and replace their cursed born sibling. When that day came either they would fail and the Radiance would finally conquer them all, or they would succeed and she would take her mother's place in maintaining the seal upon the Black Egg.

It was a path she had chosen for herself. Her mother, in those scant and precious hours afforded to them, had made it clear she had no obligations...that she was free to live her life as she wished. Yet Hornet had still chosen to remain in Hallownest, to preserve her memory, to free her from her stasis, to show her love in the only tangible way Hornet knew.

Yet hope had sparked in her chest when the new vessel appeared, the one she had given the moniker of "little Ghost." In them she saw an unprecedented strength, one that painted a different path to free her mother, the other Dreamers, their sibling and finally be rid of the Radiance once and for all.

She had been waiting for them at the entrance to the temple. Waiting and waiting for the final battle.

And they never came. Her reverie, pondering where they might be, was broken when the air tangibly shifted around her. The stifling smog of the Infection shockingly dissipated, and she pulled away from the threshold to look around her in wonder.

The Infection was gone. But how? How was this possible? Wariness filled her shell and it soon became justified as she watched vines around her begin to shrivel, darken, and then become eroded by some dark matter.

Before she could fully parse what was going on she both heard and felt heavy footsteps behind her. She swiftly turned around, claws going to the handle of her needle only to be met with a sight that seemed impossible.

The Hollow Knight.

How?

#impure-vessel-official #m: hornet #c: the hollow knight #please let me know if you need anything changed!

Lace Starter Call

Like (or reblog if side blog) for a starter call/plot with Lace

#m: lace #ooc;

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#m: hornet #ooc;

promptfairy

❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .

designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!

♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .

📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .

💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .

🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .

👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .

🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .

🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .

💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .

👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .

🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .

🎐 : our muses slow dance together .

🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .

🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .

💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .

👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .

👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .

🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )

🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .

#please specify muse #nah to suggestive prompts #those being eggplant and showerhead ones lol

Doing several follows on mobile which sadly doesnt always provide links to people's rules and whatnot. I shall read everything available as soon as I am home but hi to everyone for now! ❤️

#ooc;

frayed-and-faded

"That spider had to come from somewhere," Phantom murmured. "If you can just find out where she came from, then the odds are high that you will find weavers. You could take their silk, sustain yourself." They placed a hand on Lace's head, gently patting it like they had when the two of them were both so much younger.

"Do not worry about me, dear sister," they answered gently. "I have resigned myself to my fate since a long time ago. But you are still strong, still young, still able to make your way out of this accursed place. I believe in you more than I've ever believed in She who spun us. I know you can make it out of Pharloom whereas I cannot."

It was clear that Phantom had all but given up, but they still hoped that Lace would be able to find freedom.

silksentinels

"No," Lace's voice came out fierce now, strong, and her hug tightened, "I will not abandon you again. Give up on your attempts to convince me, I will go nowhere without you."

She pulled back only a little to look at Phantom straight in the face.

"Were our positions switched, would you just leave me behind to wither? Your body can be repaired. If you will not take some of mine, then I will bring more to you. Or better yet, come with me. I will protect you, Phantom. Mother is distracted with the spider. Widow is dead, she has left her cache of silk. There remains some in the White Ward. If you think escape to another kingdom is possible, then we go together or not at all."

Then her expression softened, now pleading.

"Come with me."

#m: lace #c: phantom #frayed and faded

🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?

🍏 : how stable is my muse’s physical health? do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician? do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication? how often do they get sick?

🍎 : how stable is my muse’s mental health? have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they or should they attend therapy?

(for both Lace and Hornet, if you're still taking these!)

Sorry for the delay on this and thank you so much!

🍍

Hornet: Hornet is quite comfortable with her body. When she was younger there was probably a fair bit of frustration not knowing what would happen (given she has unique physiology being the only known wyrm/weaver hybrid) but that is long in the past.

She takes a lot of pride in her weaver heritage so her aspects that align more with that (spinneret, fuzz, claws, etc) and her hunter's strength.

She does, however, have great concerns about the instincts that come with being partially a pale being. Hell, the entire third act is predicated on this--that she is a person instinctively driven towards domination or destruction and that is not the person that she wants to be.

It is something she still struggles with and probably always will and that is why she tries to find an outlet in hunting and fighting.

Lace: Lace on the other hand has massive amounts of issues with her body. There's the fact that without a steady supply of silk she will fray away, and I doubt regular silk she can find around on her own will work----at best its just a bandaid on a gaping wound. She loathes being dependent on someone else in such a way, and loathes the fragility of her body.

I think that even post SoV ending in the assumption that Hornet continues to sustain her she will still harbor resentment and frustration for a while because she will never really feel like her body is really her own. Whoever provides the silk will always have power over her and the ability to control her, and even if they are a person who never will the very fact they could will chafe her for an incredibly long time.

🍏

I don't think there is much in the way of doctors or therapists in their respective kingdoms, so I don't think either have any sort of diagnosis. I feel both of them can be pretty reckless--Hornet because as a pale being she is able to withstand a lot and Lace because she gives no fucks.

With Hornet's health I don't think she can really fall to most diseases, at least not permanently, but because of being a weaver she does have their infertility curse which I don't imagine she is too bothered by.

Lace similarly can't get sick nor does she feel temperature. She doesn't--or more accurately--can't eat or drink and while her body won't deteriorate from lack of sleep she can and does just to escape life even for a brief moment.

#m: hornet #m: lace #Lace is gonna need her own whole ass post for mental health #and im already pretty late with this response so that will come at another time lmfao #...not sure why the fruit decided to inflate when I hit post but ok i guess

frayed-and-faded

Phantom couldn't say that they were entirely surprised to hear what Lace had to say, but their sister's statement about not caring what She thought any longer gave them plenty of cause for concern. Silk (Phantom believed She had long lost the right to call herself a Grand Mother in any sense of the phrase) was not one to let such things go. If She knew that Lace was here, that their sister would cast off her duties in favor of staying with them, there was little doubt that Lace would suffer a similar if not worse fate than Phantom themself.

That was the last thing Phantom wished for their most beloved and only sister.

Lace needn't worry about closing the gap between them, nor how unworthy she felt, because Phantom did it for her. They took step by shaky step, legs threatening to give out underneath them, but they were eventually able to embrace their silk-spun sister in a hold that was not as tight as it once was.

"You can't." Their whisper was soft, filled with untold emotion. "I will not allow you to wither away in here, Lace. You still have the chance to live, to cut your own strings and flee from Her before She notices you have escaped Her clutches."

silksentinels

When Phantom hugged her, she was shocked.

Phantom had every reason to be bitter. Every reason to feel betrayed by her as well as their Mother. Every reason to hate her.

Lace trembled, but hesitated for only a moment before returning the embrace. Gods. Phantom felt so fragile in her arms., and Lace gave them all the support they needed.

"To live? Or to exist? And for how long without Her silk? Even if I free myself from Her, it will be a countdown until I unravel. If that is my fate I would rather do so with you than alone. It is only when I have been with you that I have known happiness."

"Please Phantom. I wish to stay here. Take some of my silk, so that when we go, we go together." If they did that, the strength of their bodies could be more even.

#m: lace #c: phantom #frayed and faded

Continued from HERE

@frayed-and-faded

It hurt to look at them. Less because of their frayed state, but more because of the way they held themselves. In most of her memories Phantom had always been so strong of mind and stalwart. Lace had always admired them so, wished to be as strong as them. Indeed, whatever strength she had whether of body or mind she owed to them.

"I will not," she said, matter-of-fact, "I refuse to continue playing the coward and leave you here alone. I care not what Mother thinks anymore." She had never forgotten about her sibling, the only person she knew she loved truly and dearly. Yet in the past whenever she had tried to visit, their Mother would always pull her string tight like that of a marionette and drag her away.

Now Grand Mother Silk was distracted by the spider. At first Lace had thought to kill her, and that was what motivated her to free the weaver from her cage. At first she had been determined to not be replaced...but why? Why continue striving for the love of someone who cared not? She and Phantom had only ever been a temporary replacement for her precious weavers.

So no. She'd let that spider fumble through her kingdom and either die at its cruel hands or be transformed by their Mother. She would stay down here with Phantom till they both withered away.

She made her way over to them now, wishing for nothing more than to hug them but feeling unworthy.

"I am staying here, Phantom. I will not leave you alone any longer."

#m: lace #c: phantom #frayed and faded

goldensentinel

"They were the ones who raised me to be kind," Eribel answered, dipping their head respectfully towards Hornet. "I would not be the bug that I am without them." With those words, they left Hornet to her rest while they headed to the kitchen to prepare some tea. Perhaps she would like it with honey? It was a bit of a rare commodity in Pharloom, needing to be exported from other queendoms, but Eribel had the hunch that perhaps their guest might enjoy it.

Hornet wouldn't need to wait long before there was a gentle knock on the door. "I have returned with tea. I hope you don't mind that I added honey," Eribel said, opening the door a little. "I also have brought some cookies made with mealworm flour at my parents' suggestion."

silksentinels

Hornet blinked.

Honey.

How long has it been since she last had some? Her time being trained by Queen Vespa had been some of the warmest of her life. While the hive had been a bit too bright for her liking, there was no denying the comfort that came with being surrounded by so many fluffy companions, curling up with them after a long day of training and the treat of some honeycomb.

...come to think of it, perhaps that was where her love of fluffy things came from.

"That sounds more wonderful than you can imagine, Eribel. I once lived in a hive...long, long ago." How long ago? Hornet could not even remember. She had long since stopped keeping track of her vigil.

#ooc;#m: hornet #c: eribel #c: second sentinel #goldensentinel

Will be adding Lace to the journal. Gonna be honest since picking her up on dreamwidth she has become a much stronger muse than Hornet, ha! Will be reblogging some prompts soon.

#ooc;

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