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Five of those egg HCs.

as the White Lady's offspring, they were developed in something more like a seed pod than an egg. buncha siblings all packed together in a circle around the middle.

thanks to having the Radiance in their head, who was technically a sort of mother-nurture god, alongside just having their mind linked to tons of Infected, including, y'know, parents, they have absurd brooding instincts. they would've protected innocent eggs anyway as a Knight, sure, but where the Pure Vessel would've stood guard at most, the surviving Hollow Knight would probably hunch over a clutch with their own body.

they feared the Temple of the Black Egg before they were sealed, not for what it entailed for them or the dreamers, but because the Pale King Himself feared it. it was obvious. as the king proudly spoke of the Egg and his Pure Vessel similarly, it was the former that made him show signs of stress.

despite having a dulled sense of smell, they do not care for Rancid Eggs. they do smell enough, and are colored with Infection even after it's long gone.

they picked up enough information from the King and the King's Workshop that they could, perhaps, infuse more eggs with Void to create more surviving creatures like Vessels. in theory. they have no desire or reason to do so, of course, nor access to gods of Light. but they are capable of trying without definitely failing.

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Hello knight! Can you eat? If yes, what do you like? What do you not?

Another voice. Another query.

This is more solid than the grey ones.

The Vessel slowly straightens, careful, slow, to tip their head up, showing the bottom half of their mask.

This is where most bugs would have a space, just barely hiding what's there; a full mouth, the tips of mandibles peeking out, something.

They have nothing. No voice to cry suffering, a dead and revived creature that consumes Soul and is built of Void. They needed no mouth, and so their mask is smooth the whole way 'round.

(...There is something. Where their mask meets their throat, hidden beneath their ragged cloak-wings, there is a hole torn through where the Oldlight screamed Her and their pain at once.

They have not used it since, and they will not show it without direct command.)

The rest of this question would be difficult to answer, even had they a mouth. Their ability to form opinion is...lacking, and they lack preference from where to gain Soul.

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Send me “Five of those ______ HC’s” and fill in the blank with a topic, and I’ll give you five headcanons about that topic for my muse!

Mun’s can omit certain topics. Remember to specify a muse for multi-muse blogs!

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If you were given a name by the Pale King, what would you have wanted?

The Vessel jerks from lengthy rest, straightening, prepared for threat.

...From the grey spirits, a new query instead.

The Vessel minutely relaxes, though their claws grip their ruined Greatnail tight.

A name, given by the Pale King... Even in the most buried moments of longing, there had never been such a consideration.

The Pale King. The White Lady. Names were unnecessary for their--for the King and Queen; they had no desire, nor right, to take more than that. 

Hollow Knight, Pure Vessel...the titles bestowed, he had given them. Though all but for simply Vessel now ringing false, this was enough.

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Finally some fanart from me x’)

Sorry for the long wait everybody but this took forever to make (I’d say at least 10 hours) and it’s 4AM

Have it ;3

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It is said the Hollow Knight is not even a regular bug despite their appearance

Once more, they look down to their body. 

To the carapace that barely reflects light. The length of body, the lack of limbs despite that length. The wounds that would have killed any other several times over, only some scarred over.

They cannot see their eyes without a reflection, but they know, always knew, that they were a fearful thing. There are no eyes beneath the mask, only swirling dark that gave bugs terrible vertigo.

Beyond that, they do nothing.

There is no need to react to an obvious truth.

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why is hollow so cute ;~;

they are big baby who just want their father’s love (and a headpat)

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It's said that the Hollow Knight is kind.

As though they will find evidence of ‘kind’ across their body, they look down at themselves. 

They have been called many things, correct and not. Pure, intimidating, loyal, dangerous.

(Loved.) 

Being kind has never been a part of it; they are simply aware of their own strength, finding no reason to cause intentional harm despite how easy it is. That...is simply what one should do. That...

...may be a sort of kindness. 

...This is hardly a terrible thing to be perceived as.

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{ Put a rumour about my muse in my inbox and my character will react to it }

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rewatched this, made a friend

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sinithevessel​:

Sini gives their sibling as much privacy as they can allow in the Snail Shaman’s great room, turning their attention to the old weaver of spells and soul. Politely and with care, they give a bow in thanks.

“Thank. You.”

“No thanks are needed. I certainly have no need for the cocoons myself. Very few things would trouble me here, oho.” Even so, his gaze flickers to the much taller Hollow Knight, presumably pondering. “Yes, I do see the family resemblance between you too, though there is…ah, never mind, it must be a trick of the light. But you are most welcome here, friend both old and new. Ohohoho!”

They nod, padding back to their sibling’s side. The bottle of lifeblood droplets weighs heavy in their small cloak. 

They should depart for Sheo’s hut. He’ll be worried if they’re out much later.

But sibling…

Their sibling is better, now.

Even if they are the only two who remain, Sini has other duties.

They do not. They should not. They do not want to leave.

The stasis on Hallownest is broken. It is safer now. 

Fate allowing, they will see each other again.

“Have. To. Go. Others. Wait. For. Sini. All. Help. Can. Give.”

A gentle hand on the edge of their cloak. 

“Be. Safe.”

The Hollow Knight...knows of friends. The Great Knights; Herrah and Vespa. They are unsure of this term, but if they’re told this is what they and Sini are to the Shaman, then that is what they’ll be. 

They may have to be. They--they...are reluctant...to return here, but Lifeblood is the greatest healing they have had. They shall.

They bow as well, albeit far less fluidly.

Sini comes close, and speaks words they--wish, they wish they didn’t hear.

Others. Others? Other Siblings? Other allies? Other friends? 

Never have they ached to be capable of asking as much as now. 

Or begging. 

Stay, little Sibling, dear Sini, the world is dangerous, the world is lonely, please stay--but they are only one, and if there are others in Hallownest’s ruins that still live...they cannot be selfish, trying to reduce their focus to only themselves. No. 

If the Shaman is friend, evidence of their defect in emotion as well as body should not matter. Everything in them screams not to simply let them walk away with not even a farewell, and they allow themselves to listen.

They reach down to cradle their claws around Sini’s mask. 

Gentle tapping, in what the Hollow Knight desperately hopes can be understood as a mirror to their words. Be. Safe. A soft stroke along their horns. 

Withdrawing, they, once more, they dip their head in a soft bow. 

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Honey

HONEY: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

These days, mainly by...finding loopholes. They’ll listen to an order given by just about everyone, but they won’t necessarily follow them to the letter for those they love if it may be foolish or dangerous to do so.

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New leaf and cool grey?

NEW LEAF: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

answered, but also: Look for Siblings. Some escaped, some still are still alive. Make certain they stay that way.

COOL GREY: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

Either to die with their Father being taken cared for after that, or to find the Sibling that destroyed the Radiance to profusely apologize and thank them.

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Olive, New Leaf?

OLIVE: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

Can’t say they’re prone to it, but they were...deeply uncomfortable as the Pure Vessel, seeing how loving and dedicated Herrah was to the Gendered Child. They never examined this emotion closely.

In the future, they’ll probably be a bit more (at least in their own thoughts) of those who can simply move around more than they can. Their body is damaged and it’ll never be back to the form it used to be.

NEW LEAF: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

It will not work. It will not work. 

Look at their body, and know that all Hallownest looks the same. Tell them (him) you are not Pure, and allow there to be a chance to find another solution.

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colorful headcanons.

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

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sinithevessel​:

A quick nod and they flitter away, down the winding tunnels that are finally quiet and no longer infested with light-crazed bugs. Before, this path was treacherous, a test of skill and speed to get through unscathed. Now, they hop up the scaffolds and rocks towards the top of the mound.

Blue butterfly-like plants light the way to a shining cocoon. 

Sini has always felt a twinge of pity for the small creatures. Lifeblood must be harvested from the living, and lifeseeds live all the same. Still, the cocoons grow back quickly, and there must always be a price to survive. 

Their stroke is quick, precise. From inside their cloak, they produce a small bottle to collect the falling droplets; it’s good for making paint and regenerating the surging blue within their small body. The seeds they catch, docile in their presence. 

This cocoon has only two seeds to spare, but two is enough. They will not need its soothing properties.

As quick as they arrived, Sini travels back, flying as best they can to their waiting sibling and the good shaman. 

The shaman nods approvingly as they emerge from the darkness. “Oho, I see the cocoon still grows! A good thing to know that rancid air did not do it any harm. It’s most delicious for a treat, and even better for soothing wounds.”

Sini does not respond, but they do give a small nod. Another quick padding of feet, this time to their larger sibling. Small hands offer up the seeds, once again freely given.

They wait with an outward facsimile of patience. 

It’s all they can do to clutch at old habit, to tamp down their mind, to focus on a single thing, and that single thing is the sound of Sini’s wings fading away, and then back. The endless chuckling of the Shaman is a near-distraction, but one bearable compared to looking downward.

They must, when their far shorter sibling comes back, but their mask and the glowing seeds are closer.

The Hollow Knight plucks them from their grip. Too quickly; they freeze, since it’s not only Sibling watching, but this other bug, this one they do not know, this one surrounded by so many glaring eyes from the ground and on stakes--

No, no, no. Not mean, Sini said. Sini is the one who matters the most. 

Yet still--

Sharply, they turn their back to both, so neither will get a clear look (or another, in sibling’s case) at their terrible wounds, nor how they use the Lifeblood to soothe them.

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed