FKSKFIEJSJ HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDY!!!!
THANK YOU PIÓRKO MY BELOVED MUAH
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I really love your art and I think you're super cool!! (seriously, I couldn't believe it when you booped me, you're so amazing!!)
Aw tysm void, that makes me happy to hear!
And of course, I saw the boop and had to boop back~ You're one of the folks I recognize in my notifs, and I always appreciate you checking out my art ^ o ^
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Happy birthday!! Niech ci gwiazdka pomyślności nigdy nie zagaśnie ✨
Dziękuję bardzo!! 💗💗
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What do you think the ferryman's big stick is made of? Like, what is that weird rock on the end doing there.
that is... a Very Good Question i hadnt thought about holy shit
it could be just regular ol' rock but now part of me sees the engravings on it and wants it to be the same kind of rock idols/demons are made out of
also you sent me on a downward spiral and i was looking up more info on the ferryman and found their concept art on the wiki and just LOOK AT THE DESIGNS AUGH
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i adore the white palace from the storytelling perspective (i suck at platforming, so from the gameplay perspective this place is hell 💀). there's so much going on in that place - the fact that the pale king hid the castle in the first place (i do believe that he didn't do it because of cowardice, i think that removing himself and the castle was his last desperate attempt at trying to placate the radiance), the only apparent guards at the palace being void constructs, the same void constructs all being dead near the throne room, the fact that the throne room is the so dark ghost has to take out their lantern, void particles in the air of the throne room.
the white palace also has some of the coolest secret rooms.
the nursery. and it really sucks so much that people almost always miss this room on their first run, because this room, holy fuck. the fucking music box lullaby. the way you enter this room and hear it and you don’t understand at first why it sounds so familiar until it hits you that it’s the same song that you can always hear near your shade, only this time it’s not distorted. ghost’s shade knowing the song that was played for the hollow knight... the white lady’s figure burned into the chair next to the crib...
did she look after them, when they were brought to the castle? was she the one putting them into their crib? was she the one playing this song for the child that was hers but would never be allowed to be? how long did it take before she had to start telling herself that they were empty, despite being the one to raise them, despite being the one to play them lullabies to help them fall asleep? when did she start actually believing it? was it because facing the truth was too hard?
the path of pain being a seal that is used to contain something powerful or preserve something important. the fact that the name ‘path of pain’ has a double meaning and might be called this way not just because it’s a literal platforming hell to go through, but also because it hides away something the pale king considered painful.
the pale king’s last thoughts when you dreamnail him... ‘no cost too great’, but then also ‘...’. maybe he didn’t quite believe his own words. maybe the cost was too great after all.
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Qilby is such a well written villain, like the more you think about his backstory the more your like… damn…
Because imagine, you and your siblings are essentially Demi-gods who come back to life when you dïe. You live on the same planet repeating many things until it becomes normal. You’ve done everything there is to do and know everything there is to know. The same routine, to the point where you can predict your siblings personalities and the actions of people.
Because unlike your siblings, every time you are reincarnated you still remember. You remember every time you and your loved ones have dïed. You remember everything about everyone and your planet. For thousands and thousands of years. To the point it drives you mad. Because you are the researcher. The one who writes history and the one who explores and craves knowledge. But you have lived mentally for hundred thousands and possibly even more years until everything is mind numbing. And your siblings don’t understand. They don’t remember. They dïe and live again but they forget. And you don’t.
So obviously your next course of action would be to leave your planet. To go to other worlds and explore. And the thing is Qilbi could have done that. He could have made a smaller ship to leave for him and Shinonome. Could have gotten the knowledge he craved. And so it doesn’t make sense you think. He could have left any time he wanted. He had the mind and the materials to leave In peace. So why did he start a war? To force his people to flee their home planet and destroy it in the process? To have to sacrifice the lives of so many Eliatropes? To the point that even after they reached the world of twelve and the same entire thing happened. To the point he started a war twice. Just to go explore again. Trying to destroy their second home in the process because he’s already done everything there is to do there now too. Of course the difference being the second time he was caught. But why? Why go through all the effort to bring your people who clearly don’t want to leave and just live their lives in peace.
And it’s just like Yugo said, because deep down Qilbi’s biggest fear is being alone. Because he’s already isolated enough from his knowledge and mind. He just wanted people around him. To share his accomplishments or new discoveries with others and to not feel lonely all the time. Because I think deep down he does care for the eliatrope people. And even more so for his siblings. Even if the council of 6 didn’t understand him he still loves them. He remembers when they were the only ones on their planet. Before they started governing and leading the eliatrope people and dragons. He grew up with them over and over again. He watched his civilization grow. Watched them learn with him Until they were at their highest peak. But after such a long time he eventually learnt everything there was to know. Qilbi has a thirst for knowledge. He wanted to learn more, to discover more and see beyond their world.
But he didn’t want to do it alone. And now he’s facing the punishment for his actions. In a white void with no time or space, alone, for all eternity.
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I've been thinking a lot about my last reblog and I thought I'd make a separate post so I don't derail the other one by making it About Me, but like... yeah.
I never want to say that I, as a white person, suffer an equal amount as Native people from American Colonization (or black people, who under American slavery also had their original cultures stolen from them unfairly), because as the last post mentioned it did give me privilege that they don't have, and that shouldn't be ignored. But at the same time, I do feel that gaping hole inside me as a result of my ancestors' thoughtless desire for domination that left nothing in its wake, for the people they were subjugating, but also for their own people.
My great-grandfather is Swedish, as in his parents were from Sweden and immigrated to America before he was born. Yet they wanted him to "fit in" with the white American people in the rest of their new rural Texas town, and so they refused to teach him anything about his culture, didn't even teach him any Swedish words. So when he became an adult had kids of his own, there was nothing left to pass on, and by the time it got down to me, with my great-grandfather's parents having long since passed away, any link I might have had to my ancestors and their culture has been successfully and wholly severed. So when I met a girl last semester who was also generationally Swedish, I had nothing in common with her.
I don't want it to get confused that it's the same thing as what native people have and continue to go through, because it's not. But when I hear many of them speak about how they feel disconnected from the culture of their ancestors, it resonates with me. I have Swedish, British, Irish, Scottish, and German blood in my veins, and none of their traditions, or their food, or their cultural practices. When I learn information about these cultures, it's wholly unfamiliar to me.
I have no traditions, save for my "American" cultural holiday of Thanksgiving (which is tarnished by it's loaded history and it's relation to the cornerstone of White American "culture", colonialism) and my religious holidays of Christmas and Easter, which every year sinks deeper and deeper into the pit of American consumerism, the other cornerstone of American "culture".
Idk, it's just.... feels bad, man. I feel like I have no culture and due to that, no community. Thanks so much for that, ancestors mine. Really love your gift of "American Individualism", doesn't feel lonely or empty at all 👍🏻/sarcasm
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