#oagh.

you were asked to protect the world, when it should have protected you. what an honor. what an injustice.

LINE IM GOING FERAL,, NO BECAUSE LIKE

you are the hollow knight. you are empty. you are a vessel. you are not you. you clambered over thousands of your siblings' corpses just to make it out of the void-dark abyss that was all you knew.

you are the hollow knight. you are empty. you are a vessel. you have no voice, and your hands are only for holding silver-bright swords, and you are a savior and nothing at all at the same time.

you are the hollow knight. you are empty and a vessel and you grow up knowing you are the kingdom's savior, that the hollow inside you that gives you your name is made to hold a vengeful, toxic piece of sun.

you are the hollow knight. you stand silent at your father-king's side in silver armor, and any bits of you that want to sprout get drowned in liquid void, because you are a weapon and a vessel but never ever a person.

you are the hollow knight. you are a child trained for a war since you clawed your way up the void-splattered bones of your siblings, and to fail is not an option. you are the sacrifice, quiet lamb to the slaughter, the thing to keep at bay the dawning apocalypse. you know before you know anything at all that this is what you were made for.

you are the hollow knight. you follow your father into the temple and let him bind you in thick dark-silver chains, call that spiteful acidic piece of sun and flame into your chest at his bequest, let it begin

to eat

you

alive

but this is okay, because you are the hollow knight. this is what you were made for. the cool dark void inside you keeps the burning radiance trapped within your own confines because you have no other choice. you hold it, hold her, or you have failed your purpose. you have no choice.

it burns.

you are the hollow knight. you have never known what it is to live. you have never known what it is to be your own. you are a weapon and a vessel and cold void to contain the sun and you have never once had a choice in this. you have never let them know you are even a you and now you are nothing but pain and corroded burns and a space inside you filled with flames and light and fury and you never

had

a choice

and you are still young when you are sealed away, to eternity with a furious sun-god. you are all but a child, and you never had the chance to be a child. you are chosen. you are strong. you are the kingdom's savior.

it is an honor.

(it is an injustice.)

campfire scene between my ocs lystor & relmona. then there's this. ive had this image in my head of mucha-inspired art nouveau portraits of the tribunal and i really would like to finish these someday lmao

a boethiah inspired by her daggerfall iteration which is my favoriteeee ever + devgoth ur but you've all seen that one. and this wip of relmona that honestly just needs a little refining but idkkkk why i cant bring myself 2 do itt..

bonus whatever the hell this is