#wasteland kings

[glamnessaaumisc]

Wasteland Kings

Planning on writing a tale that takes place in a non-descript area of the post-apocalyptic Balkans.

A summary:

Our main character is Grgur, son of Marshal Gavrilo. For many years, Gavrilo has defended his city against the ruthless bandits of Crnobog and the remnants of the failed kings of old. Grgur had completed his military training and was a full-fledged member of his father's army. On his nineteenth birthday, Grgur was gifted a mission: to lead an attack on a monarchist encampment.

The attack was a total failure, and Grgur was among those captured by Princess Anna, sister of Duke Alexander and commander of his royal army. She identified Grgur as the son of Gavrilo and awarded him preferential treatment. She put him under house arrest within her brother's palace. There Grgur learned all about the Duke's plan, to become King of all the land and make things right at last, to end the centuries-long humiliation and guarantee the freedom of the people by yielding certain powers to a democratic system. Grgur grew enamored with this idea, and with Anna, to the point that he defected to the side of the monarchists and encouraged his father to stand down after defeating Crnobog, for he would be given a place in the royal general staff.

But Gavrilo didn't budge. Even with his own son standing against him, he firmly stood against the monarchists. He saw it better to die on his feet, than live on his knees. Alexander, Grgur, and Anna had no choice but to besiege Gavrilo's city. Gavrilo killed Anna, and Grgur had no choice but to kill Gavrilo, his own father.

Alexander had done it. After over two-hundred years of turmoil, he had finally united the heartland and reclaimed his family's birthright. However, he had lost his only sister, the last of his family, who guided him through the Unification Wars. In his grief, he had fathered an illegitimate son. A bastard would bring great shame to the kingdom, and so King Alexander ordered Grgur, now his advisor and marshal, to kill the child.

Grgur did not follow Alexander's order. Instead, he stole the child and sent him westward to a land not yet conquered by Alexander. Over the years, Alexander grew increasingly paranoid and authoritarian, even bending the clergy to his will!

Meanwhile, in the foreign lands to the west, the warlords were all subjugated by a mysterious figure known as Ivan, who proclaimed himself President, and the western foreigners thrived under him.

Back in the heartland, Alexander was facing trouble. No matter what he did, the dissent only grew, and this new neighboring President wasn't helping. His people were happy and thriving, while Alexander's were nothing but unsatisfied. He had to knock his neighbor down a peg, to kick him to the curb! To show his people that he was strong, he had to go to WAR.

He ordered Grgur to deliver the declaration to the enemy. When Grgur met with Ivan, however, he couldn't help but notice something familiar in the man's appearance, so he asked Ivan who his father was, and Ivan gave the same name as the man Grgur gave Alexander's illegitimate son to. Ivan was none other than the bastard son of Alexander! Grgur knew what had to be done to prevent the upcoming war. Alexander had to die, and Ivan had to inherit the kingdom.

And so, Grgur, with heavy heart, assassinated his old friend Alexander, and Ivan ascended to the throne, becoming the king of two kingdoms! But not everyone might agree with a rival warlord inheriting their realm...

TO BE CONTINUED...

#i don't know what to call this story #but it's gonna be epic #i think i'll call it... #Wasteland Kings

[hyolks]

idiot who doesnt realize how much theyre gonna have to draw cowboy hats: uhmmmm scifi western fma au

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #alphonse elric #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #inspired by me slowly getting absorbed into rdr2 and everything ive been seeing of trigun stampede #and the singular cowboy ed madootles posted the other day #changing my life yall #and yes they have guns but the secret IS is that those guns are FAKE #bc their intimidation factor is so impressive that they never need to use them #i mean? firebomb short king edward elric going crazy on you and 6'4" alphonse elric looming over u with his hat tipped down? #gone. gone like the wind #idk might call this the wastelands au bc fun :^) #wastelands au

[nelkcats]

Garden of Souls

There are people who, when they die, do not really want anything else. No reincarnations or second chances. People who did not wish to stay longer than necessary.

When they die, the universe usually grants their wish. And a flower is born in the Ghost King garden. Pariah Dark never paid attention to all the flowers (each one unique in its own way), and left them to die. Although many of them prevailed, a lot of souls were lost.

Danny was different. He loved and cared for each of the flowers. His own sister had become one of them after all. Every day the King went out to the garden and closed his eyes, listening to Jazz's voice speak to him, he watered the flowers and smiled. Danny knew that his sister was no longer in the Realms, that she was resting, but her memories were imprinted on the flower, and her soul had become something beautiful. It was nice to talk to what was left of her.

That is why when John Constantine dared to step on one of the flowers in his garden the King was enraged. The Justice League had reached the Infinite Realms, investigating about it; What at first was a casual conversation turned into a fight as the heroes became fascinated with his garden, one of them daring to pluck one of his beloved flowers while Constantine unceremoniously stepped on another.

Although they had just discovered the dimension, Danny didn't plan to receive them again for a long time. No more help or peace deals, no one messed with his garden, the poor souls must have been terrified.

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #souls transform into flowers and do whatever they want from there #They keep their memories #some of them can communicate #and decide to grant wisdom to the King #Others just gossip or laugh #It's a garden full of life in the middle of a wasteland of death #The League fall in love with the King flowers #They tough it was some decoration #Flash wanted to keep one of them #Constantine didn't care about it #dp x dc #dc x dp #Danny is absolutely mad #they destroyed part of his garden #where the souls of his family rest #They were discussing a deal to help the dimension #Danny agreed until they hurt the garden #now is the Ghost King vs The League because of a silly mistake #no more help or peace #they are banned from the Castle and the death is not on their side ups #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #Some of the souls can be someone who the JL lost #that's probably the reason they were fascinated

[slink-a-dink]

Of a spirit sundered in the break

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #thatskygame #art #my art #video #pmv #animatic #king resh #eden elder #mild flashing #(potentially?) #ask to tag #RAHHHH #bigger project; very proud!! #isle elder #vault elder #wasteland elder #prairie elder #forest elder #valley elders #valley elder

[mistyplace-ghost]

Yes!

But also......

:)

#sky children of the light #art #sky children fanart #artists on tumblr #sky #thatskygame #sky cotl alef #sky comic #sky cotl #sky cotl resh #sky tsadi #sky cotl tsadi #sky cotl wasteland #wasteland #wasteland elder #eden king #comic

[aura-morgenstern]

Me again, hi. I've returned to you with a drawing question. I love the Elders in your style, especially Teth! Have you considered drawing each one with and without their masks+full-bodied, or have you done that already?

I keep forgetting to post a response to this ask!

Anyways, this is a screencap of the height reference sheet I made and have been using for the elders whenever I doodled them..

This is an old drawing but pretty sure the Elders’ heights are accurate here (except Alef… I honestly don’t remember my Alef being that short lol)

#sky children of the light #aura talks #sky elders #isle elder daleth #priarie elder ayin #forest elder teth #valley elder samekh #sah #mekh #wasteland elder tsadi #vault elder lamed #eden elder resh #king resh #prince alef #sky cotl

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Thursday

Adopted Dadmas: Dadmas versus Haven

The red light was blinking on Jak’s talk-box again. Damas was no fool, he knew that meant someone was spying through the floating comm -- or attempting to. Doubtless, the eavesdropper thought they were being very subtle, keeping silent whenever adults were present. As if they believed Jak would keep their presence a secret. As if they believed he would never tell.

Damas tore a circle of flatbread into pieces and used them to scoop a mixture of cooked peppers onto his plate. He pretended not to notice the talk-box hovering next to Jak’s elbow in a terrible attempt at stealth, instead choosing to engage Daxter in a conversation. He was determined to get the kid apprenticed to the head of the merchant guild one way or another. Daxter had a head for business and trade that Jak, simply put, did not. He nodded along when his friend talked, but privately Damas thought it would do Daxter good to be around adults who could encourage his interests.

Periodically, Jak cast swift glances at his talk-box during the meal. He seemed like he was expecting someone to speak at any moment -- or more like he was expecting orders of some kind. His shoulders were tense, and he was shoveling down food much too quickly, like he thought he wasn't going to have time to finish it.

"Slow down, young one. The shrimp isn't going anywhere, and neither are you," Damas admonished.

Jak didn't slow down much, but he did start chewing a little more thoroughly. Small victories. Still, he looked tired, and on-edge. Had Ashelin or the sage been badgering him again when no one was around?

The initial idea had been to lay a trap. To feign ignorance and bait the spy into speaking aloud, thus forcing Unpleasant Diplomatic Discussions with Haven's motley assortment of would-be leaders. But just now, Damas decided, the health and wellbeing of his son took precedence over strategy. And he still had the element of surprise, anyway.

"Talk-boxes off at the table, Jak," he announced, gesturing directly to the lens watching them, "This is a meal, not a media interview."

The boy flinched and looked guilty. He had no reason to; he'd been open with Damas about the demands for labor since he first returned from Haven. But then, he'd been groomed from such a young age to believe that bad things happened because he didn't work hard enough for his "friends". Perhaps he still feared retaliation for establishing healthy boundaries? Better to confront the issue head-on then, Damas decided.

"If your uninvited watcher has an emergency, they are free to petition me directly," he said, leveling a stern glare at the talk-box. "On their own time, not yours. Come on, switch it off."

Someone made a muffled sound, barely picked up by the talk-box's speaker. It seemed they were not expecting to be so casually acknowledged.

"Jak-!" the watcher tried to protest, but Jak reached for the power button.

"Right. Sorry, Pa."

Once the light had faded from the little camera, Damas nodded, satisfied. He picked up a shallow bowl with tomango in it and held it out to Jak.

"Here. You need the vitamins."

Begrudgingly, Jak took two slices, then a third when Daxter gave him The Look across the table.

The ottsel cleared his throat meaningfully.

"Pal, you gotta get better at telling those people no. They can't hurtcha!"

Jak hunched over his plate, frowning.

"I know," he muttered sullenly. "I- I do know that, okay? They just don't listen!"

Daxter sighed and his ears drooped. "Yeah...I know. Old Greenstuff only hears what he wants to hear. Always has."

With a frustrated groan, Jak rubbed his eyes. "After everything he's done, I shouldn't be having trouble cutting Samos off. Why do I keep going back?!"

"He's familiar," Daxter admitted, and not without a touch of loathing. "He was all we knew for like, our whole lives. I hate him -- I'll always hate him -- but I get being afraid to lose that last connection to Sandover."

"....yeah." Jak winced. "I um...I think you're right. It's just. It's hard."

"I know, pal."

"And he knows I have two artifacts that go with those weird pillars in the forest!" Jak continued, "What do I do when he starts asking why I haven't brought them?"

"You end the call," Damas interrupted firmly, "or you give the line to an older Wastelander. Collecting those relics serves the interests of our people, and our people will be working in teams to locate them."

Perhaps this was Jak’s fight as much as anyone else's -- this Daystar and its coming threat -- but Damas was reluctant to involve him. Wasn't losing one son bad enough? He'd never survive losing a second one!

Besides, even someone as talented at sneaking into hidden places as Jak couldn't infiltrate places locked by the Seal of Mar. Whatever the Grand Council of Haven wanted with the catacombs, it was a matter for Damas to deal with, not the boys.

Jak picked at his tomango slices almost glumly. Whether it was his own struggles with setting boundaries that bothered him, or Damas’s advice for dealing with future calls, no one knew. But Daxter and Damas both knew that Jak wouldn't keep it bottled up for long. Sure enough, after a couple minutes of mangling his food without eating it, Jak finally looked up.

"You didn't tell me you were sending other people to look for the relics I told you about."

It was almost a question and almost a complaint.

"No, I didn't," Damas acknowledged, and sipped his tea. "The topic hadn't come up between us yet. Is there something about it that concerns you?"

Jak had difficulty putting his thoughts into words. He started and stopped three times before muttering, "It's dangerous. What if someone gets hurt and I'm not there?"

"What if someone doesn't get hurt and you're not there?" Damas countered. He leaned an elbow on the table and gestured to himself almost self-deprecatingly. "Age does not grace the Spargan who is careless, nor are many years added to the foolish. Do not worry so much about people who were hunting metalheads for sport before you were even born, son."

"Admittedly," said Daxter, "We're still getting used to the concepts of adults who can actually fight their own battles. Am I complaining? Only when they decide it's "Take Your Ottsel To Work Day". But even I still go into jobs expecting to have to save everyone's butts at some point."

"Justified with the monks." Jak pointed a piece of tomango at his best friend.

"Yeah, justified with Mime Club."

Damas threaded his fingers together under his chin and watched the boys a moment.

"How about this," he offered, "If an artifact is located but not yet retrieved, I will give you the option of participating in the mission. Or, you can wait until everything has been gathered, and we will go to the pillars together."

For a moment, Jak brightened. Then he looked pensive again. "What if there's trouble? I mean. I was never really- I never claimed Haven, but they act like I belonged to them. What if me bringing another nation into their forest makes trouble for Spargus?"

"Hmph. Perhaps it is better to settle this now, rather than engage in hypotheticals."

Damas held out one hand.

"Give me your talk-box."

Jak narrowed his eyes. "What are you going to do?"

"Not your concern."

"Papá...." somehow Jak managed to sound both suspicious and scolding.

Damas remained unmoved. "Hand it over, boy."

Reluctantly, Jak did so. He cringed when the device powered on, and Keira's voice poured out.

"Jak? Are you okay? Daddy came in fussing about someone interfering with- you're not Jak! Where's my friend?!"

By the mortified expression on his son's face, Damas guessed this was the sage's daughter. The childhood friend Jak still sort of had a crush on.

"Tell your father to stop harassing my son," Damas said shortly. "Especially during hours set aside for family meals. Was he raised in a barn? In fact, ask him that for me."

"Pa, no!" Jak hissed, making a futile grab for the talk-box.

"Your son?! Who are you? Who- hey, Daddy, c'mere. You know this guy? He says he's Jak’s dad!" Keira became muffled for a moment, stepping away from her own device to drag her father over. "Why's this guy think you're harassing Jak? We've only called him twice since he left. Right?"

"Insisting he keeps his comm on at all times so that you can all monitor every moment of his day is not an acceptable use of Federation communication lines," Damas cut in. "I shouldn't have to tell you that spying on the nation of Spargus in such a way could be taken as an act of war."

"This-! This is bigger than Haven or the Wastelands!" Samos sounded flustered- even a bit nervous. "Surely you understand the claim destiny has upon Ja-"

Damas made a dismissive sound in his throat, cutting the sage off. "Pah. Destiny. I should think the recent Praxis regime and my own continued existence would be enough to call concepts such as destiny into question. As it stands, my claim on Jak supersedes "destiny" -- or more accurately, you."

"The fate of the planet hangs in the balance!" Samos cried, though somewhat subdued compared to his usual confidence. "Can't you see that?! Don't be so bullheaded, Jak is needed-"

Jak recognized the glint in the king’s eyes as mischief. Daxter looked a little too eager to see where this was going. Jak resisted the urge to cover his face in embarrassment. Why and oh why did Keira have to be the one to answer the line?!

"Oh? Are you planning to challenge me for custody of my son?" Damas bared his teeth in an unfriendly smile. "Please, by all means! The Arena is ready whenever you are."

"Pa!" Jak gripped the sides of his head and stared at the man. "Not in front of Keira!"

"Look, old man-" Damas ignored Daxter's delighted cackle. "This planet will survive through united efforts, not by sitting back and hoping one boy alone will get the job done. Now, if Haven wishes to negotiate a temporary alliance to get this done sooner, there is no one stopping them from requesting a meeting with the Wasteland Federation. In the meantime, the Federation intends to continue preventing the apocalypse with or without your participation."

"You are?" Keira cut in over her father again, sounding genuinely curious. "You mean there's more people who can get into ruins?"

Jak got up and moved to the head of the table. Damas moved the talk-box out of his reach preemptively, but Jak made no move to grab it.

"That's their whole thing, turns out. You know Krew? Yeah, everything he sold you, he bought from Wastelanders. Even the defunct power cells."

The slightly warped image of Keira on the screen flickered as she leaned closer.

"Seriously?! I could've cut out the middleman and just worked with them all this time?! Ughhhhh. Hindsight is 20/20 I guess. You want to show them my research from the palace library?"

Behind her, Samos jumped. "The what?! Keira, the library was destroyed with the rest of the palace!"

"The building collapsed, sure," Keira retorted, "But the data cores are still mostly intact in there. If you don’t mind crawling through some tight places and bringing lots of Scout Flies, it's a cinch to get the files for Vin."

Samos looked apoplectic. "Keira! That's far too dangerous for you!"

His daughter rolled her eyes. "What? Jak and Daxter can do it but I can't? Don't you trust me?"

Damas stifled a chuckle and elbowed Jak. "I like this one," he whispered. "Invite her to Spargus sometime."

Jak wished the floor would swallow him.

#jak and daxter #fic prompts #writing prompts #dadmas #king damas #jak and daxter au #free day thursday #adopted dadmas au #keira hagai #samos hagai #samos gets all the side-eye in this house #everytime i wonder if I'm bashing the character needlessly i watch the games and go 'o he's actually Worse' #haven is like 'only the kid we tried to kill via sunstroke can save us!' #and Damas is like 'literally every wastelander does the same thing jak does. some of us even channel.' #giving Keira back the characterization that was denied her in Jak 3 #Keira is busy doing Lara Croft stuff when Samos's back is turned #Jak is playing his own game and Keira is playing Uncharted 🤣

[voldheart]

Wait wait I just scrolled by a mutual that reblogged your Godseeker-Comic. Is that an AU? Is there more of this? This is so interesting! I have never seen Godseeker turning to be a part of Void. Mostly just always getting killed by it.

I hope you're doing more with this concept in one way or another because this is a really interesting idea!

ouuu thank you 🥺❤️ its not really an au, its more like my interpretation of a continuation to the embrace the void ending!! :D I think most people are not aware that she canonically doesnt die, and take the ending at face value.... its kind of hard to explain for me since even i am not 100% sure what exactly happens lol but i like to think that theyre perpetually linked or fused together in some weird way. and i feel that this result is pretty intentional from both sides.

Godseeker mentions that they seek gods to "clutch at their greatness and immortality", which i assume that with 'clutch' she means that these traits would be shared with the Godseekers through the "Godly focus" thing. And the knight, besides the fact that it proved its strenght against the local strongest beings, it posesses (via the Void Heart) the void under its will, which is literally said to be an "eternal" force that "denies time", ie immortal.

and this union of sorts would be beneficial for the knight as well, as it can go into Holy Beast mode at just about anytime it wants, which is a really awesome powerup if u ask me. That and also (in my headcanon) it does like her. very much :-)

#hollow knight #the knight hk #godseeker hk #this is also why i made their tag: #symvoidsis #LITERALLY UNION FOR LIFE OF TWO DIFFERENT ORGANISMS!!! BEING OF THE MUTUALISTIC KIND AS ITS BASED ON MUTUAL BENEFIT!!!! #i have soooo many thoughts about them that i really just dont know how to express in drawings #like how she could help on rebuilding hallownest with her ability to build devices out of nothing #her and monomon could be work buddies in this scenario (in this universe it would not have broken the seals btw) #she most definitely knows about leading a whole community out of misery too (land of storms) #and tk as the new monarch (ASSUMING that thats how the king's brand works) would most definitely need that sort of knowledge #as it was raised alone out there on the fucking wastelands it probably doesnt know much about leadership honestly #IDK I JSUT THINK THEY COMPLIMENT EACHOTHER SO WELL I JUST THINK THEYRE NEAT #ITS SUCH AN UNDERRATED DUO IN MY OPINION #'Mostly just always getting killed by it' LIKE FOR FUCKING REALLLLL THOUGH #I ALWAYS JUST SEE HER BEING KILLED OFF IT MAKES ME SO SAD #BEING A GODSEEKER LOVER OVER HERE IS SO HARD #tysm for the ask❤️ btw .i love talking about them hehe

[whirlpool-blogs]

Mitch Marner And Kyle Dubas Discuss Six-Year Contract With Maple Leafs |  John Tavares injured as Leafs fall to Habs | Maple Leafs emotional after another Game 7 loss | Toronto Maple Leafs defeat Tampa Bay Lightning in overtime to advance in NHL playoffs | Kyle Dubas changed the Toronto Maple Leafs, but not their playoff history | post by @starpeace

#kyle dubas #post #mitch marner #auston matthews #john tavares #sleep well king you built a beautiful team in a toxic wasteland

[lumosecity]

put Hozier and Noah Kahan in a time capsule, the aliens need to hear this shit

#hozier #hozier album #andrew hozier byrne #wasteland baby #unreal unearth album #unreal unearth #noah kahan #stick season #dial drunk #angst #the kings of pain #music #time capsule #they are the best of us and the only ones I trust to represent humanity

[varachi-wob-wup]

#sky: children of the light #sky: cotl #valley elders #wasteland elder #isle elder #eden king

[glamnessaaumisc]

Silly Lil Guy I Made

Formulating a story about how this guy goes from an unready post-apocalyptic warlord (above) to a tyrant emperor who's done with life (below).

In getting what he wanted, he lost everything he had.

#I don't know a name for this story yet #Wasteland Kings

[ruthlesslistener]

Once again thinking about the Wasteland Wanderers AU, aka an au where PK is forced to flee Hallownest and raise Hornet alone in the wastelands as a wild wyrm might

(also sorry about it being all one big post, tumblr won't let me put some images next to each other for whatever reason)

#hollow knight #wasteland wanderers au #pale king #the pale king #hornet hk #my art #my doodles

[king-of-the-oreo]

Dreadgod in a nutshell

#Ozriel #Suriel #eithan arelius #will wight #wei shi lindon arelius #yerin arelius #Red moon #The silent king #Dreadgod book #Ziel of the wastelands #cradle #cradle series #cradle memes #oreo draws

[slink-a-dink]

The still elder frames from my pmv!:

I don’t usually draw the elders so i wanted to post them on their own!

#sky children of the light #art #my art #sky cotl #thatskygame #Isle Elder #prairie elder #forest elder #valley elder #valley elders #wasteland elder #vault elder #eden elder #king resh

[cloudyswritings]

Wyrmfalls

So my mental picture of the wastes is basically identical to that abyssal plane in our oceans. It’s nutrient poor, filled with weird little fuckers and extromphiles, and is frequented by larger species who sometimes die there. By that logic the carcass of a wyrm should be the equivalent of a whale fall and sustain/create an ecosystem for decades to come(usually longer). I’d argue that there’s roughly two types of wyrmfall, intentional ones and accidental/fatal ones.

Intentional:

Intentional wyrmfalls are when a wyrm makes the choice to transform into a different and usually smaller being. These events are what mister mushrooms poems are about. “Wyrms pull bugs into their thrall / till ages pass and kingdoms fall. I’ve discussed it previously but these events are typically caused by either old age or extreme injury on the part of the wyrm and serve as a way to essentially reset the biological clock until the wyrm can shed its smaller form once more and devour the kingdom it created to jumpstart its growth. These types of wyrmfalls are generally short(er) lived for obvious reason. Hallownest was often regarded as one of these, although the Pale King had no intentions of consuming his subjects and was relatively young by wyrm standards when he arrived.

Accidental:

Accidental wyrmfalls are when a wyrm, through some means or another is killed and meets its final death. This is always the case if the wyrm is not yet a higher being(exceedingly rare) or has so little energy left it can’t even metamorphose. Additionally an extremely abrupt traumatic death that prevents a wyrm from biologically preparing to transform can also cause this. These occur most commonly as a result of clashes between two Wyrms of notable age and size, although the larger Wyrm generally consumes to corpse of the loser there is still oftentimes a significant portion left.

These wyrmfalls generally act as a beacon attracting all kinds of scavengers ranging from other Wyrms and gods, to opportunistic caravans looking to make it big

The intelligence of the wyrm may be dead but its body is still actively hostile to those prying it apart.

The outer plating/scales/exoskeleton of a wyrm is among the most prized materials globally and as such is generally first to by stripped from a wyrmfall.

The burrowing teeth of Wyrms make for excellent lances and long nails provided you’re large enough to wield them.

Wyrm meat itself is both rubbery and tough, although eating enough is said to transform those who do so.

sometimes those who consume wyrmflesh report feeling phantom sensations like burrowing through stone. Even rarer is those who claim to remember events from the Wyrms life through its perspective. These claims are unverified.

Some bugs have found ways to collect the godly light and afterglow off from Wyrmfalls, this can be used to elevate one into a higher being, heal wounds, or even transmute materials. It’s one of the most expensive traded goods globally.

Wyrmfalls also tend to absolutely change the landscape around them, look at kingdoms edge.

Ash tends to accumulate in the surrounding areas but the winds of the wastes generally carries it away before it can build up like around the pale kings corpse.

The later stages of a wyrmfall tend to be colonization, with the useful materials of the wyrm mostly plundered bugs begin to build towns and even cities within the titanic corpses.

You see the wyrmfall may be mostly inert at this point but they have an inherent protection against the damaging effects of the wastes on the minds of bugs. If you find a town in the wastes that seems unaffected by the winds chances are it was initially built on the site of a wyrmfall.

Finally even millennia after death small amounts of soul can still be pulled from the decaying husk of the wyrm.

Parts of this were inspired by Mossbags most recent video, please go check it out!! It was very cool and fun, I promise.

#speculative biology #hollow knight #hk pale king #wyrms #wasteland #headcanon #what do you think?