Hello! This is a side blog belonging to @overgrownmoon intended to contain my posting about Hollow Knight and Silksong so that I can find said posts through the shitposts.
This blog contains my own fanart tagged #my art, reblogs of other peoples’ fanart tagged #not my art, and posts discussing the games lore and story tagged #lore posts.
There is also art of my own OCs and headcanons and things I’ve made up based on and inspired by game lore that isn’t meant to be taken as canon interpretations; i’ll tag these #my ocs and #headcanons respectively.
This blog is still a heavy WIP! Please don’t mind the current placeholder profile pic and header while I set up!
Right now pretty much all of my posts are going to be reblogs from my main onto here bc i truly cannot be assed to repost them individually.
I’m so happy you replied with this video because it is actually one of my favorite HK videos in the world… I found it before I knew who those other two weirdos (Monomon & Lurien) were, but I loved little wiggly baby Hornet and the kitten (??) audio, and now that I do know who those other two weirdos are, it’s even better. So cute… go on and nibble on your mom’s friends, little thing
Unlike Ghost, who retreats to the void in ball form, The Hollow Knight's shade seemingly gets obliterated by the burst of light emited by the Radiance upon receiving the final hit
(Ghost is a descending ball in the last two images)
(Notice also how THK alone is blurry)
The Hollow Knight not being on Sister of the Void can easily be explained away by "camera angle" and "TC wanted it vague"
But honestly? I think THK's shade doesn't even survive Dream No More in the first place
This aligns with the regular endings having it explode entirely, leaving no shade or even shell behind
pov you were planned with a complicated dorkass dad contrasting with the fact you now have an accident baby so youre trying your best not to mirror your complicated dorkass dad
microfic inspired by @caezavio ‘s au that has immediately buried itself into my brain
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shakra finds hornet where the spider said she’d be, just outside of bellhart, hidden in the lush growth of shellwood.
she had not told shakra anything about the purpose of this meeting; only that it was urgent, and dire. shakra shook at the thought of what this weaver-wyrm-godling would consider dire, after everything they’d gone through to protect this kingdom already.
she brushes a leaf away to find hornet sitting on the ground, cradling something in her arms out of view, twisted to protect it with her body. choked sobs spilled from her fangs, and her whole being shook.
no, this wasn’t good at all.
shakra did her best to announce her coming, allowing her footsteps to fall heavier than usual, rustling the foliage to announce her presence, but hornet still startled when shakra softly called her name.
she turned to shakra with huge eyes, puffy and wet with tears, a look of sheer *fear* that shakra had never seen on the spider’s face before, and it shook shakra to her core.
“….hornet wielding needle? what…” shakra couldn’t think of a single thing to ask. hornet wasn’t okay. hornet needed help. these did not need to be said aloud.
“… what has happened to you?” she asked instead, lowering herself to rest on her knees and look at hornet levelly, trying to hide her rapidly beating heart from betraying her worry.
hornet’s mouth opened and shut without a sound. she sniffed, a sound that made shakra’s heart tear in two. she had never seen hornet wielding tears. it scared her to her core.
hornet said nothing. instead, she turned her body enough to show what she had been hiding in her arms the whole time.
it shone with soul, bright enough that shakra had to squint and wince against the light. when her vision steadied she froze.
it looked like a small, downy spider, with six wide teary eyes and six nubby limbs, pure white and gossamer like silk.
beneath, on the ground, was a broken silk spool, one shakra recognized as the weaver spools hornet used to carry her silk reserves.
hornet choked back another sob.
“i don’t… i don’t know… i didn’t mean to, i don’t how i did this, i dont know-“ she doubled over again, fresh tears spilling, claws tightly wrapped around the silken grub.
shakra was shaken. she knew of the tales - the truths, of the white knight’s origins, now. thanks to hornet, who had brought Lace Wielding Pin to the town of Bellhart and had told only her the circumstances of Lace’s birth, spun from fragile silk thread, made to be her goddess mother’s perfect child soldier. she had shook with rage then, promising Lace her loyalty, for a friend of Hornet was a friend of Shakra. Now, she shook with grief for Hornet’s suffering, and shock at what had transpired before her.
Hornet had given birth.
In an unconventional sense - but still born of her body, her silk. however unintentional it may have been, this silk-child was here, now. Alive.
Shakra reached out her claws, gesturing at the babe. Hornet recoiled, eyes wild in fear, in a similar fashion to a new mother terrified her baby may be taken from her - a look she had seen many a time in her travels, but never one she imagined seeing on Hornet’s face. it was crumbling her already broken heart into dust.
“i will not harm the babe, Hornet.” shakra spoke low, as calm and comforting as she could. she let a rumble smooth from her throat. hornet breathed deep, but her shoulders unclenched, just a little - but enough for her to shakily allow shakra to take the grub from her hands. she cradled the babe in her arms, as she had been taught long ago with the wasp’s delicate grubs, and couldn’t help but marvel at how soft they were, how bright their little eyes shone up at her, as innocent as they would ever be.
she didn’t look away from the baby as she spoke, saving hornet the pain of eye contact, for the moment.
“what happened?”
hornet took another deep, shuddering breath, and spoke. how angry she was to be denied a family - by her mother, who gave her life in exchange; her father, who ran like a coward; her siblings, who sank away back into the eternal sea - and now from the goddess she had slain, for cursing her bloodline, cursing her with never having the chance to be a normal bug with a family of her own - and that’s when it had happened. in a flash of silk and soul, suddenly she had pulled a crying tangle of silk with six nubby limbs out of her silk reserves, living and breathing.
it was like instinct she recalled, weaving the grub its eyes, a proper mouth, the senses to hear and smell. it had ceased its wailing, but left hornet questioning everything she was.
“what have i done, shakra?” she whispered, holding herself tight, staring down at the ground.
“… that seems self-evident, brave hornet. you have created a child.”
hornet heaved a silent cry. shakra cursed herself for her own unrelenting honesty. what else could she say, though? everything was right there, shiny and tender in her arms.
“i have woven something like a child… why? for my own selfish desires?” she spat venom at the ground. “is this what the Grand Mother has decreed? her last act of revenge - to make me become just like her…” hornet balled herself tightly, holding her forehead to her knees, claws digging into the cloak around her shoulders so tight it had begun to tear.
shakra wasn’t thinking when she grabbed that claw tearing into her shoulder and lifted it, holding onto it tightly between them. hornet looked up at her with a shocked expression. shakra knew better than to be so bold with another warriors claws - but right now, hornet was not an adversary. she was a friend, a hurting soul in need.
“listen to me, hornet of weavers.”
hornets gaze held steady.
“you are nothing like the Monarch.”
hornet tried to protest, but shakra refused to let her.
“you have proven time and time again you are nothing like the pale beings you share as kin - for you are kinder, stronger, far more worthy of respect for you do not demand it, but earn it!
“i have never seen a pale being walk amongst us like you, talk to us as peer and friend, listen to our worries and wishes. you are better than them, hornet.”
she shifted her body closer, laying on her hip rather than her knees, to bring hornet’s hand back to where shakra cradled the grub in her other elbow, to set her hand against the softness of the grub’s silken fur. hornet shook, but did not pull away, eyes locked on the grub’s, who chose that moment to yawn and blink sleepily.
“if anybody can end this cycle of suffering… you can.”
“how could i, when it’s all i know?”
“because i know you would never want to inflict what you have been through upon another.”
hornet brushed her claws against the grub, feeling the silky texture.
“i don’t know how.”
“nobody does, Hornet Wielding Hope.” Hornet snapped up to look at her, surprised by the new title.
“all mothers fear that they cannot give their offspring the future they deserve. no bug is capable of guaranteeing that.” she looks deeper into Hornets eyes. Scared, confused, and sad, a deep sadness that stretched for generations of aunts before her.
“You told me your mother gave everything to give you a future.”
Hornet nodded, numbly.
“Then here. Remember that sacrifice. Honor it.” Shakra placed the silken babe back into Hornets arms, manually moving her to hold the baby comfortably. Hornet could not look away from its sleeping face.
“Even if by accident, this one now lives. There is no going back. You have this responsibility now.”
Hornet gasped. “i can’t do this alone.”
“you won’t. you have all of bellhart-“ shakra gestured in the direction of the town- “you have the bugs of the citadel shrine, the pilgrims of the refuge settlement. you have Lace, and me, and every ally you have made in this kingdom.”
Hornet looked at her like she had never realized this fact until now. Shakra held her gaze and nodded. “by my word, my friend. we are by your side.”
hornet nodded back. she still shook, tears still spilled from her eyes, but she leaned into shakra and shakra let her, cradling her head to her chest and setting her chin upon her crown.
by my Master, and every warrior before me - give me the strength to protect this being who has gone through so much, and yet has never found the peace she so rightly deserves.
ALSO on the subject of people taking the thought of lace an eternal child. like. i don’t feel confident speaking fully on this so it is NOT my conversation to have. but with lace’s voice actress being japanese i feel like maybe there’s conversations we can be having about infantilization that we are not having.
