The concepts behind these two started with a "What If", brought about by a "Why Not", and summarily approved by a "Lmao That's Funny".
Granted, that's not entirely the order of operations, but that's kind of the bulk of it.
Essentially, the Va came about because i questioned not only what a sonics/sound based Va would look like, but also whether or not they would have a tuning fork as a tool, and subsequently what that would look like.
The Va Kal however came about purely through the whole "T-Pose To Assert Dominance" thing.
As usual, fluff under the cut.
These like-faced savages, these clarion-worn mules, a vast violent ocean at your command.
Mired in masses of chitinous steel, casting these hordes from proto-molds and flock minds, the Great Beings inspire nothing.
Such demons of deathless noise must be different. Unusual. Singular. Crafted without caste, wrought of the finest ore, slender and queer.
"Guide us," They harmonize, "Give us resonance, so that by our resonance we may exist."
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Sight without eye. Wrath without sound. Echoing, and eternal, like the sounds of which you comprise.
Now we're starting to get into the proverbial weeds with the secondary elements. Both Bohtak Va and Bohtak Va Kal were made back in 2022, and though i'm not sure if i ever mentioned it with the others, but unless you get into some serious parts packs for studio? These lil buggers are deucedly more difficult to pose, if you're wanting anything majorly dynamic.
Now it's not to say that they can't be posed, but in trying to keep true to at least some of how the Bohrok Va sets are always constructed, making all these certainly presented their fair share of challenges.
Should you wish to read it, fluff under the cut.
Fear is a weed, snaking in the dark. It vines within the mind, corrupting it. It germinates within tribes... Dividing them.
Such greed and ardent denial will seduce any destruction, even your own. The Great Beings were blind to future consequence... Casting their debts on those to come.
But what if now, the twin Queens sought revenge?
Such brutal thorns... Piercing the gushing ulcers of waste and industry. A new green, sown upon sanguine ground. Fertilized with the blood and bone of its defilers.
And from your winter ashes, there has sprung a field of flowers. Conceived by your arboreal lessers, germinated by their touch for deadly purpose.
Perhaps once, long ago, the Queens used to dream of Spherus Magna, didn't they? Bathed in golds and solemn blues. You intend to reclaim it now, from the sands, and the ruin.
"I will guide you. I will give you nature, so that by your nature you may exist."
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Interconnected, and immortal, like the flora of which you comprise.
Bohtak.
Ballpark year or two ago, maybe more, i poked about a discord server i was in and asked what Hjönk to make next. Now undoubtedly @tropinui will probably provide details that i'm unable to remember at this time, but suffice it said, they offered up their self moc's element to be Hjönkified, and so i did!
The wings of the Va Kal were a royal bitch at the time, but the simple solutions were never obvious when they were needed. The normal Va however was basically just a Lil Creachur, and i had that formula basically down pat.
So again now, as it was back then, fluff is under the cut.
When fledgling civilization pounded flint on flint, you watched the sparks.
Others merely danced.
Such haunted custodians will need drumbeats of their own to drown out the throb of elemental blood.
Your siren songs to harmonize the long scream. Anthem-storms to elevate their butchery. But you are owed your struggle, as the Bahrag are owed entertainment.
From such sleek gargoyles, this hive-born masquerade, how to honor you who volunteered willingly, knowing the truth? Whose little act of courage - twinkled like a petty stone, before the primal hunger's great indifference?
They stare up at you, with eyes cut from shards of fulgurite.
"Guide us," They cry. "Give us fury, so that by our fury we may prove our existence!" Until the tree tops rang with laughter. So be it. You shall encase them in maelstroms most torrential.
That the purity of your stigmatization might shard the gale-force winds itself.
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Unbroken, and uncompromising, as the winds upon which you soar.
Motivation for these two was that, within established Bionicle material, there were artificially manufactured Bohrok that were called Fohrok.
Since Fake Bohrok were a thing, the logic soon developed from there; If there were Fake Bohrok, what would Fake Bohrok Va look like? So that's the image on the left, a Fohrok Va, and where there is Va, there are Va Kal, which is the image on the right.
Forged in the cauldrons of gilded industry. Foraged from the refuse of commerce, and betrayal. Your kind was manufactured at the turn of the tide, for a war you could never realize your masters had already lost.
Sleek gargoyles, you sit emplaced upon parapet bastions, claws embedded into metal, blades as high as ramparts. Baleful ruination is the defiant death you cast forth from your perch above.
Silent harpies, you cast your gaze indifferent through stoney faced and steely eyed. With blazing red talons, you cast forth malady and destruction, carving through in ceaseless hordes.
"Protect us," Your doomed curators plead. "Protect us, so that through your protection we may complete our task."
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Manufactured, and obedient, like the homunculous you comprise.
Kohrok Va Kal was fun to build, especially the dual purpose arms. I think I might've built this guy around the same time I did Tahnok Va Kal? Or was it Lehvak Va Kal 🤔
Ah well, the timing is kind of irrelevant, all that matters is that he's built, and a render exists.
Fluff under the cut as always.
Cloud like diamonds halo and slither around the summit. Crystalline rime frosts the edges of mercurial passages, unnavigable, and false.
Silver as stone amidst the white of snow, you sit upon a vault of glass, whose throne bottlenecks unworthy herald to your glacial judgement.
You see, as they do, through eyes sky blue. Translucent. Frozen.
Eternal.
To trespass upon your consecrated ground is sin, and you will not suffer them a single mercy, as you watch with cold cruelty.
"I will guide you. I will give you clarity, so that by your clarity you may exist."
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Entropic, and uncompromising, as the rime through which you see.
Gahlok Va Kal's moc and render were rather easy to make, and if i'm remembering correctly, I made them just after Nuhvok and Pahrak Va Kal, so they're early-ish in the lineup.
Fluff under the cut if you're interested.
There was a game of possibilities. Patterns emerged that could flourish, or fail. Wax, or wane. And in the gaps between, there was nothing.
But nothing is an absence.
Defined by all the things that might one day be and yet never find fruition. It is an entropy of existence. For nothing to become something, is as simple as a chance mutation.
Once it has become, it has always become, for castles are less fragile when built by something than nothing.
Zealous followers of your submerged doctrine rise from crushing depths, with sapphire shells encrusted in barnacle and the weight of the dead.
Marine snow billowing like smoke in their circling, the topaz-amber of their eyes meet yours, hooks held fast in icthyous predation, and their points filed to the razor trim of sharks teeth.
"Guide us," You hear their gills echo. "Give us hunger, so that by our hunger we may exist."
To clean it all, the land must have an example of what is to be considered clean.
Fathomless, and alien, as the ocean depths of which you comprise.
Not necessarily in the construction, as it was easy rather than hilariously easy, but more of the motivation and inspiration of both moc and render.
Lehvak Va followed a simple philosophy; Reject modernity, return to monke.
To make Lehvak Va Kal any less wild, I would consider it unfaithful to the source material.
Fluff under the cut, should you wanna read.
To excise from that rich loam, transformation requires no less than perfect certainty.
All that dies is only ever transformed. Abscised, and swallowed by wilderness. And by nature's cruel impartiality, you return your kill to its infinite metamorphosis.
Such butchery feeds its cyclical carnage, your baying howls rise frenzy within your pack of slaughter.
Eyes of ruby crimson look about the hunting grounds. "I will guide you," You shriek through spray of blood. "I will give you slaughter, so that by your slaughter you may yet exist."
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Merciless, and suffocating, as the air on which you soar.
Nuhvok Va Kal, and by extension, Nuhvok Va, is right up there with Pahrak Va Kal and Pahrahk Va for me. After I had gotten Pahrak Va as a set, there was zero chance of letting a full twenty-four hour period slip by without grabbing Nuhvok Va.
To be completely honest, Earth and Stone have always been my personal favorites of the primary six elements for Bionicle. Pohatu Mata was my ACTUAL first ever sets, and from there, my love for his whole elemental aesthetic and vibe extended to Onua Mata as well.
My only regret was that I didn't have enough money at the time to get him back then 😔
So like the Pahrak Va and Nuhvok Va sets, I wasted NO time in constructing this hjönkle, both as a physical moc, and a render in studio.
Fluff under the cut, should you be interested.
By your tools, your grand intention, the happenstance alignment were as sculptor's clay to your very touch.
That which becomes the finest of statuary.
Purpose carved from meaninglessness; the chance generation of beauty, excavated into intentionality. That which served no reason ceased, randomness elided by the sculptor's art.
The patterned scraping by the claws of your subterranean acolytes caligraphied their wanting prayers. Their reflection translated in the geometries of the crystallized neon that were your eyes.
"Guide us," Spoke the cursive of their tools. "Give us meaning, so that by our meaning we may prove our existence."
And so you begin to sculpt once more, serving as templated example, to the growing spred of veins beneath crust and cavern.
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Oppressive, and immovable, as the earth that you comprise.
I don't remember the precise When of Tahnok Va Kal being physically built, but I DO remember that his studio model was the third or fourth in the digital lineup.
That said, due to not having access to certain parts even WITH the parts packs I had, I had to get creative. Mind you, getting creative is never a bad thing, as when it comes to this hobby, I like the challenge to a certain degree.
Now, biggest things of note; The fuel tank, and the flame of the flame claw piece being used as a flamethrower.
For the life of me, I couldn't find the piece that was used in the actual moc in studio. Looked up the piece number, looked up the name, tore up everything I could in search of this thing- Absolutely Zero Luck.
So I fiddled about until I found something that works, as you can see in the render. Construction was a bit jank, but hey, what isn't.
The flame claw was from one of the parts packs I managed to grab hold of, though at the time, couldn't figure out for the life of me how to change the color of the flame, whilst keeping the claw itself the color that I wanted. However, I started to find that I liked the flame the way it was in studio, rather than having to fight it for the right color.
I felt that it suited the Va Kal quite nicely, and between the render and the physical, it gives the impression that the types of projected flames can be switched to devastating effect.
Like Pahrak Va Kal, there's some fluff under the cut should you want to read it.
Sentinel of the mountain's foot. Your very presence burns away indiscriminent, churning the very soil under your feet to blackened ash. Cast your sapphire gaze upon those that tend your garden of carbonized entropy.
See how, like fire, your red plated wards sow the sparks of the conflagration that is yet to be. As smoldering throats crackle forth their hymnal flame.
You, who has shackled dragon's fire to your shouldered cauldron, speak lipless sermon to your flock of char and soot. "I will guide you. I will give you purpose, so that by your purpose you may exist."
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Gluttonous, and raging, like the fire of which you spread.
This one is also dear to me for entirely different reasons. When the Bohrok Va came out, Pahrak Va was the first of that specific set that I bought, and I fell IMMEDIATELY in love, and with all the memes circulating the internet involving Bonk in some silly context, endeared me to the project even more.
Now, that said, I won't lie by saying that his construction came without difficulties.
With great thanks to the bionicle community, 3D parts packs have been a veritable bounty of resources, with more coming out seemingly by the hour.
One of the pieces within the parts packs that I have access to is the kohli stick, as well as the puck piece that was used as the kohli ball. And if you look to the piece of equipment that the little man is wielding, you will immediately note that it is not the aforementioned kohli stick, but a table-scrap esque construction of one, same with the ball.
So you can imagine my anger and embarrassment when I FOUND the actual piece, after having spent all that time BUILDING ONE FROM SCRATCH.
Still, regardless of the expended emotions, Pahrak Va Kal remains one of my many favorites of these Hjönkles.
Little fluff piece under the cut.
Emerald eyes, scanning a horizonless sea of gems, whose facet intelligence matches but a fraction of your own. To wordless cause, you shepherd your carapaced flock across a stretch of foreign desert, whose sands are alien and unclean to those who heed your guidance.
Their wordless questions drown amidst the chittering of mouthless tongues, and pounding of restless hammers. "Guide us," they cry. "Give us task, so that by our task we may exist"
And so you conduct them; each gesture obeyed in your concerto construction. Pylons condense from strange sand into familiar rock. Hedrons now inscribed with scripture of a voiceless hand.
To clean it all, the land must have example of what is to be considered clean.
Timeless, and buffeting, like the stone of which you comprise.
What started as an innocent little tablescrap, grew to be so much more, even if up wasn't necessarily one of them.
It took some time when I finally settled full and proper into using studio- building through 3D modeling didn't really scratch the itch like building with physical pieces, but I settled for it being close enough.
Never really settled on a name for this guy, it wasn't your typical Kohrok Va either, but over time, the noise I always imagined it makes humorously BECAME its name!
So to that end, please say hello to
Hjönk
a few parting things I'd like to tac onto this post;
the bulk of mocs built like this I've been calling Hjönks; the noise stuck as a name, and the name stuck as an identity for mocs done up similar to Hjönk
Not all of the mocs will look like Hjönk, that's an obvious given, but they all share enough similarities to warrant them being CALLED Hjönks
There'll be an occasional post or two with stuff under a cut line, anything there will be lore and fluff I happened to remember when making these guys
It was these nine that rekindled my love for this hobby
nine little Hjönks
they are the first of their kind, but they will not be the last
I've reestablished using studio for myself, and have made a variety of rendered mocs too, both Hjönks and not!
more stuff under the cut if you want to read honesties and early morning sentiments
I'm in no rush to flood this page with what I've made, to be honest; just wanting a place to curate what I'm proud of
I've been meaning to finally make the migration from Twitter for some time, and there are days where trying to find, much less stay on the rhythm, is more difficult than it's supposed to be, but that's the nature of all hobbies and hobbiests
You never really stop making, whatever you do for a hobby, you just find it easier to make when you're on the rhythm
but even when off the rhythm, making never really goes away, the beats just slower now, and that's okay
I'll take things at a pace I'm comfortable with, and let this little gallery on this affectionate hellsite act as a means of gentle therapy, so that hopefully I can make my hobby, and make my way, back onto the rhythm
these two little guys are actually interesting in their own right- A sort of What If inside of the existing What If
I knew that Fohrok were a thing, but I got to thinking; What If There Was A Fohrok Va?
so that's the chunky one with the elbow blades and Vakama's disc launcher/jet pack on its back
and since I was already in the habit of making Va Kal, I figured it only appropriate to make a Fohrok Va Kal!
due to my fat thumbs, however, and operating through mobile, this post now has a poll, and I've no clue how to get rid of it beyond just doing the damn thing
plus my phone keyboard keeps randomly disappearing on me as I'm trying to type
