reverence and regret

"in wilds beyond they speak your name with reverence and regret"

Hello, welcome one and all to another rp blog but this time for everyone's favourite pale fork; you may now procede to boo and throw banana skins at him

Please do not expect anything consistent with me, I tend to start things and forget them ahah

The one running this blog is called Scott/Suns/Levi and uses they/them and it/its

"General Information/Rules/Boundries"

This is a Pale King rp blog so, yes, I do expect some of you to be angry with him and shout at him but you must not and will not; come into my inbox just to threaten him, attack him, attempt to kill or otherwise injure this character. Telling him to kill himself is OFF LIMITS under ANY circumstances. You will be blocked if you do this.

Anyone may interact, you do not have to be a roleplay blog. Anon, non-anon, roleplay, just passing through; come by to say hello; I answer things pretty slowly or all at once, so don't worry if I am taking some time to get there. Please be patient with me. I am not online all the time, I am busy irl or some days I just do not have the energy to be here. Be patient with me.

I do accept suggestive asks as I and this character are both adults but I do reserve the right to not answer or block you if I feel like you've crossed a line. Do not just bring the Pale King into any sexual rp or suggestive stuff without clearing it with me first. Don't be fucking disgusting with him or me. Further more do not try to force a pregnancy on this character as that is just weird; ignore this and I will block you.

I'm cool with starting stories with people but only if we've discussed it beforehand or it gets brought up during a reply or something: Please don't come into my inbox expecting to start something. I am here to be sillay with this white boy! If you want me to play a part in your arc dm me, I'm usually down for most things <3 FURTHER MORE, do NOT EVER just expect me to be involved in your arc and plan for me to be there under any circumstances. Do this and I will block you.

If you don't like the way I play my character or do not like the stories I'm telling then feel free to unfollow and/or block me. People have preferences and I cannot believe I have to explain this to you but, I am here to have fun in my own way. I like and enjoy writing heavy angst and often flirt with darker topics which I will tag appropriately; if knowing this and you come here and get upset, know that I have warned you and choosing to look and ignore the warnings is on you.

Don’t correct my spelling or grammar mistakes; I am dyslexic and am trying so so so hard. If you see something it’s free to not be an asshole and bring it up; if you can tell what I’m saying then it isn’t a problem.

Also, don't shout or swear at me if we're talking because honestly, I just don't respect that and it is so ugly. I'm not saying don't swear, I swear a lot, I'm saying don't swear AT me; there is a difference. I am fine discussing things calmly but as soon as you start raising your tone or get pissy with me I will stop responding until you chill out.

EDIT: Imperial and the other children have their own blog now @children-of-the-whitewyrm

"Tagging System"

{#his royal decree} original posts by wyrm

{#royal audience} interactions with roleplay blogs not in the following categories

{#his devotion} interactions with Lurien

{#enemy of old} interactions with The Radiance and The Void

{#roots of his heart} interactions with The White Lady

{#regrets of the father} interactions with Vessels, Little Ghost, Pure Vessel/Hollow Knight, and Hornet

{#child of wyrm} posts including Imperial/the Wyrmling/the Wyrm egg saga

{#once beloved} interactions with the Blackwyrm

{#wyrmsong} interactions with other wyrms

{#their sacrifice} interactions with Monomon and Herrah

{#answered prayers} interactions with Hallownest bugs/bugs that show up in Hollow Knight

{#palace gossip} interactions with anon askers and non-rp blogs

{#wyrm wiggles} world-building, wyrm lore and pk backstory

{#history of hallownest} hallownest specific lore/headcanons/history

{#hallownest restoration project} posts related to rebuilding hallownest

{#paying tribute} gifts for the king

{#royal correspondance} reblog chains

{#tales of pale} fanfiction

{#playing games} ask games

{#out of sorts} moments where the pale king is drunk or drugged

{#bullying him} usually edits where we mess with the pale king. involves pelting him with stuff, decorating him, or making him bald

{#ooc: reblog} tag for any reblog not in character including art, reblogs of whatever, probably won't be used much in all honesty

{ooc: not rp} tag for anything not in character

Ps I forgot to mention it here; my artfight is https://artfight.net/~clovercrafted

Or is it the will of someone who knows that life yet has more adventure for them?

I have no doubt The Pale King will walk one day.

It may take time and probably a miracle knowing him, but he always pulls through. Always.

*the Providence laughs. long and hard and bitterly angry all jumbled into one nasty tangled ball of string, his eyes glittering with both mirth and a promise of destruction. and at last. he stands. the golden robes poll around him like liquid sunlight, his wings unfold, feathered and gilded, and the Providence takes a breath, rumbles with it, wipes a tear from his face

and at last. he is less a ghost caught between one place and another, not just an alternate path mirrored on a familiar world. but real and solid and physical. pulled from one place into another. weakened still from the change, from the sundering, but he stands as something... more than just a fragment of one whole*

Foolishness it is indeed. To struggle against his fate so. He is a monster, there is more blood on his hands than even Ours and thou all protect him, excuse him so? Because he feels bad? Because he "tries" to be better? Thou would truly choose him, o'vr Us?

We can make this place better. We can make it right. Spires of gold that challenge the very heavens, lives never threatened by famine or sickness or even death; a truly eternal place where thou mortals thrive in Our light. All We ask is loyalty.

For thou to kneel.

[Holly silently stands before the blanket nest and simply peers down, expression as inscrutable as can be. They note the way their own handiwork--the first of their knit creations--lays spread out over their father's comatose body and hope that it brings him comfort, even if only by a marginal amount. They then shift on their feet, fingers of metal and shell fumbling a little uncertainly around the latest offering, before stooping down and extending it out.

Perfectly circular and slightly transparent, it sparkles a little beneath the lighting. A thing born of magic, the very divinity that manages to peek through even that all-consuming darkness that fills their shell, it's light and pure. White like the purest of Soul. Swirled and kaleidoscopic within like before, but with more weight to it. Not heavy. But imbued with a sturdiness lacked by its predecessor.

It is none other than the (still) unnamed charm that had deflected the Whitewyrm’s own attack.

A kind of... improbable salvation given physical form; one that can (now) be enacted no more than once every 24 hours as opposed to breaking immediately after a single use.

Delicately do they press it to his clothing before standing up and moving back. Away, as though intent on examining their handiwork from afar to ensure that all is just right, regardless of whether or not it is permitted to remain attached.

Their original intentions. Those were centered around replacing a charm gifted to The Watcher. And maybe it still can serve that purpose in the future. But as it stands now...

... it seems more fitting to give it to their father.

For who has greater need of protection than someone in so vulnerable a state? Who requires the feelings that it embodies more than their father who has suffered so? Who requires a gesture of kindness... of care... more than him...?

It fixes nothing. It's unlikely that its true effect will be activated at all while he has it. And thusly, it is maybe no better than a paperweight in this context, but give it they must anyways.

More than what it does, it is about what it means to give it to him.

It's a way of doing... something for him. The same way they had been hoping to do something to support that raid upon the city of Steel.

It's support.

It's a way of signaling that they are here.

That they are thinking of him.

That even if they are not always physically present by his side, a part of them and the strength contained within the charm, stays with him anyways.

Seemingly satisfied with their observations after a minute passes, Holly turns and leaves the room.]

@impure-vessel-official

*warm and quiet. like being buried deep deep in the soft soil of the earth or laying belly up in the long grass, scales tasting the sun far above; the feeling is a familiar one. old. yellowed and faded around the edges, and dark. not void dark, not all consuming, regretful, silent and black, but more like ones eyes being closed to the world, a merry dance of phosphenes swirling through the gloom, seeing stars

but there is a glimmer of something—pure and pale, distant and bright. white and piercing through the nigh endless shade—just a glimmer. but. familiar it seems. comforting. a presence known and felt before, something that begs to be reached for with blunted claws, weak hands. a shift. a shuffle. wings flicker for a moment. a long tail move, scales clicking

a breath passes though, calm and content

a flicker of eyes for just a second, blinded by brilliance

*in a flash the basketball is atomised mid bounce. the Providence sighs, shakes his head in clear exasperation, and then gives you a long suffering withering glare*

*the Providence sits there, basking in his own glow then the question is posed. his eyes open slowly, now a shimmering white as he kind of... scrunches himself up in a clear show of distaste. his wings flare outwards, his tail curls around his legs neath the golden silk of his gown and he audibly makes a sound of disgust*

Okay, so. There have been recent events going on behind the scenes and let me clarify some stuff;

If you don't like someone the block button is there to be your friend, please block them, do not go on a crusade to defend your friend and publically shame someone. This makes the community, which people are already leaving, very hostile to be in and honestly, it would be very very sad to see Pharloomblr come to such things.

I have done this longer than some of ya'll have been on this planet for so I will tell you now;

Block, walk away, forget it, do not be a gore pile, do not try to get the upper hand when you """lose""", just block. and walk away.

I have lost people I called friends this day but I think it is better before anything gets worse. Also I ask ya'll to just continue as normal; do not pry, do not ask, I will not respond, I will not tell you.

I will, however, sink my damned fingers into this community and pull off the biggest talent show you have ever seen /silly (I am just gonna spam the positivity blog like hell, watch your backs /j)

No seriously though, I do love this community and what we've all done together; lets make sure it stays positive for everyone and that means curating your experiences!

*the Providence tilts his head to the side clearly confused with the words you're saying at him. you may as well be speaking an entirely different language. where the Pale King would have given you an indepth rambling monologue about the state of Hallownest, his plans for improvements, and his personal thoughts, the Providence simply. looks at you*

Why should We care for the health of Our bugs? They art mortal. They die to the most simple of things. Illness. Age. Injury. Stupidity. A bug can trip ov'r a pebble and find themself dead. Why should We prevent that? They reproduce fast enough to replace the ones that fail after all.

We wilt not limit Ourself for the comfort of thine mortal shell; this brilliance comes with Our nature. Our own natural light only shines the more brigher the more of Our kindred Higher Beings We consume. Power compounds upon more of its ilk, and more of that leaks from Us.

*She sits there, looking down at him, she had finished her duties as queen, and had some time to check up on Pale king, seeing no one around..

She sits by him, one root curled softly around ones cheek, in a way a mother would check if their child has a fever, but mostly in a way to check if anything within has changed.. but still..

She hasn't really let go of him, in a sense, she still feels a sort of.. love towards him, while not romantically now, but perhaps, more Platonically..*

*Though she stays silent for the most part, not trying to talk to him or anything, not yet..*

@rooted-lady

*he lays there. still and silent as he has been for quite some time, the comfy cosy blanket that Holly had made for him now draped over his sleeping form accentuating the steady rise and fall of his chest as he sucks in deep rattling breaths. another boon of the blanket is the fact it hides the injury from prying eyes

his head seems to drop into the root that rest against his cheek but that may simply be because she touched him, not because he actively sought the comfort offered. but who could say? who could possibly say?