#hkr

[jackalthehyena]

POV

your genshin friend rants to you in genshin and you're searching up characters names and just nodding along 😔

@iliketobedelusional you (I think, in a good way)

[thelanor-s-astame]

I'M BAAAAAAAAACK!

It's been more than a year BUT I GOT A NEW ONE FOR YOU! HOLLOW KNIGHT RESURRECTED EPISODE 27! -LOOKING TO THE FUTURE- TOMORROW, THE 28TH

ONLY ON: https://www.youtube.com/@GraveyardMedia

(dunno how i got this out before silksong but I JUST CAN'T STOP WINNING!)

[rayshippouuchiha]

I want. Skull does mask shenanigans a la Kakashi. Pulls off his bike helmet and has a second, smaller bike helmet underneath

Not only with the bike helmet either. I'm thinking the Arcobaleno are, for whatever reason, determined to see Skull's bare, natural face only when they manage to get all three?!! of his helmets off he's still got his makeup on and no matter how many makeup removal wipes someone uses there's just a new fresh face of makeup beneath it.

[fractalheart-real]

Hornet is a poc, to me

[thefandomcassandra]

Hollow Knight Resurrected (1/?): Discovering Myself

A small amnesiac bug finds themselves in the fallen kingdom of Hallownest, following a calling he doesn’t understand.

(A novelization of the YouTube Series Hollow Knight Resurrected by GraveyardMedia)

He was actually really surprised the fall didn't kill him. Really, though, what had possessed him to jump off a cliff like that? He couldn't even see the bottom from where he had been standing, the dark ground swallowed by the void below. It was a miracle he hadn't eaten complete shit and shattered his mask into little pale shards, snapping his legs like brittle twigs.

He was alive though, knees and mask intact. That was something to be proud of...maybe.

"Finally," he said to himself, as though narrating for an audience, "after a long journey and a lot of time, I've ended...up...here. And now that I'm here I can—"

The shrieking winds above him drew his attention, reminding him that he didn't actually know why he had jumped. Or what he was looking for. Or—

"Actually, before I answer those questions: who is me? What does they do, usually?" What a weird question. Didn't people usually know who they were? What a weird fucking thing, for him to not know who he was. He knew he was a he, for starters. He knew he had a pale white mask and a soft cloak and a black carapace. He knew he had a nail on his back that was so much older than he was.

He knew he had to do...something?

"Maybe two birds with one stone." He decided. "Maybe the reason I'm here is because I need to find out who I am and I'll figure it out as I go." Yeah, that seemed right. Just keep moving, follow that feeling. That will lead to answers. He just knew it.

The area he was in was achingly lovely, in a lonely and haunted way. The resounding silence, only broken by the howling wind above, only heightened the effect. The cool blue ore-shell aggregate that made the floor and walls of this place were cold beneath his claws. His steps echoed loudly in empty halls as he tried to walk down the hall, only to be met with a door of some kind.

Whatever, he didn't have time for this. He drew his nail and used the blunted weapon to shatter the door into fragments, revealing more of the same hallway.

Man, breaking things was fun as hell.

Swinging his nail wildly as he walked, cutting grass and breaking decorative fixtures, he shattered another door. Behind this one was more hallway, but also—

"An animal!" The small insect—a small skittering thing with a grey carapace and small mandibles—crawled along the floor towards him, seemingly unafraid. The sight of the small thing so unafraid of its surroundings tugged at something within him. Perhaps this was self-actualization? A hint to his person? "Maybe I'm friend to animals?! Hello there you little—" The insect collided with him and bit his leg, its small mandibles dealing almost no damage to anything but his pride. "—bastard motherfuck!"

Mid-snarl, reactionary, he swatted the insect with his nail. The blade, though unkempt, tore through a hinge in the plating and drew a spurt of orange ichor. The little bug rolled over with the force and did not get back up.

It took him a moment to slow his breathing. Longer still to gather his wits and realize what he had done. His nail lolled, slack in his grip, the tip dripping orange into the dirt.

"I just killed that. And I feel no remorse?" It's not as if he was being irrational here. In spite of killing a bug—one that was doing almost nothing wrong—he felt nothing. Maybe the movement in his abdomen was hunger? Was he hungry? He was pretty sure he didn't have any kind of mouth.

That was besides the point. Self-actualization. He had discovered something about himself. "Murderer! I must be a murderer!" Having recovered from the momentary shock, he continued on down the long hallway in front of him, shattering doors and slaughtering more of those little grey bugs as they got in his way.

Really, he wasn't sure why he was so worried about being its friend in the first place. It was a beast, a mindless little animal. Probably something at the bottom of the food chain, considering how it didn't seem to notice or care about him until he was in its way. Some scavenger or something would pick up the corpse and eat well.

Plus, killing things was thrilling. Being a murderer was an easy title to attach to his blank sense of self. Especially considering how effortlessly and precisely he swung his nail. That was not the attack of a panicked bug. That was the swing of someone who knew what they were doing.

The hallway emptied into a tall room with a few platforms poking out of the wall. One of those small crawling bugs wandered away from him—safe from his nail today—but he wasn't looking at it. He was looking up, at the curving path that looked like it was going somewhere. He hopped up on one of the platforms and tried to plan his next move.

Anyway, where was he? Oh, right. He had just realized he was a murderer.

Read the Rest on AO3

[reference23]

The HKR building, Mecca Bingo site, rising above Hackney Road & Elder street off Commercial Street, ‘not to be confused with Commercial Road ,’ The arse end of the new Norton Folgate development.

[thelanor-s-astame]

when ur fucking and your BF has a really stupid nickname for you

[thelanor-s-astame]

WE'RE SO BACK! IT'S OUT NOW! HOLLOW KNIGHT RESURRECTED EPISODE 27 --LOOKING TO THE FUTURE-- (Now I got Super Amateurish Blender models in here!)