soulsmusings
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soulsmusings · 2 months ago
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soulsmusings · 3 months ago
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someone said that Messmer is hot only in fanart and he actually "looks like weird dried squid in game". well guess what, buddy, THIS is what we call hot in soulsborne fandom.
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soulsmusings · 3 months ago
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DEMON'S SOULS - Bestiary.
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soulsmusings · 3 months ago
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Twitter has had a days long discussion about things they like about dark souls 2 stemming from this post so here's some highlights
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soulsmusings · 3 months ago
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"Given the very, very small number of lines Igon has in Elden Ring, Lintern expected his recording session, taking place at a studio in Central London, to be short, maybe 40 minutes. It was not. He recalls being in the booth for maybe five or six hours, and that he had to return a week later to a follow-up session. “It was epic in there.”
“I would perform one of the lines,” he recalls. “And then there would be a quite extensive conversation between Mr. Miyazaki and various other people around him in the room. Largely, I think the way things worked was, one of the other people would then speak to Adam, and explain what direction Mr. Miyazaki wanted to move in. But he, the mysterious figure in the center of the room, was very much in control of the entire operation.
“I remember thinking when I left, A, I'm exhausted. That's never happened to me before. I'm absolutely, my voice is wrecked and I'm physically exhausted, and I'm emotionally exhausted as well. B, that was quite an experience. There were a lot of people in there…We were doing lines hundreds of times, literally hundreds, because if I was there for five hours, the actual total amount of lines that I spoke, I could've done in seven minutes.”
For Lintern, Elden Ring was an “eye-opening” experience, one that’s led him to appreciate the emotional possibilities offered by video game stories. But even though he went through a wide gamut of different types of expression, he notes that never once was he asked to bring his emotional levels back down, or temper or mute them in any way. He says every single note he received in that five hours was along the lines of “Do you have more? Can you explode?”
“I'm standing there with my arms outstretched,” he recalls. “And I think at the time, I don't think I even knew that Bayle was a dragon. I think I might've thought Bayle was a person. Anyway, I can't remember, but I'm giving it as much as I possibly can, vocally, emotionally, neck stretching, vocal cords ripping, everything. And then we would come back, and then there'd be silence again, during which I'd have a glass of water. And then we'd come and do it again with a tinge of sorrow, or with a tinge more rage, or slower, or faster, or whatever it happened to be.
“The attention to detail that was given to the character and the performance was pretty much greater than anything I've experienced before,” he adds. “Comparable with characters in Shakespeare that I've played and stuff. People were taking it extremely seriously.”
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soulsmusings · 3 months ago
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Kids these days don't remember what a fuckimg headache these bitches were
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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Miquella's Golden Epitaph just looks like Ostrava's Rune Sword from Demon's Souls...
(The Miquella Art belongs to @fooly_8 from Twitter and the Godwyn Drawing is by @momijigari from Tumblr...)
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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me: *watching a demon's souls playthrough* nobody, absolutely nobody: me: oooo the healing items are dandelions because they were medicinal herbs used in 10th century europe and named after the lunar phases because dandelion flowers represent the sun and the moon and
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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thousands of soulsfans inexplicably angry at great hero ahead wholesome chungus general radahn being incestuously groomed by a catamite despite that exact dynamic having been a core part of dark souls since before i dropped out of college
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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Maiden Astraea and the Grief of Lost Faith
Many Souls fans liken the Maiden Astraea fight in Demon's Souls to Great Grey Wolf Sif in Dark Souls, describing both as tearjerkers that made them "feel like the bad guy."
The comparison always rubbed me the wrong way—not because it was misplaced or dishonest, but because it was shallow.
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It centers how the player feels, and only that. To be fair, this is an understandable response, and definitely an overt part of the text. Against both Astraea and Sif, the player's success in combat, which has thus far been their primary means of progress, is now being scrutinized in a way that casts them unfavorably. They're being forced to reckon with the personhood of the enemy, with their enemy's good intentions and noble virtues.
Suddenly the assumption underpinning most video games—that your actions are good because they're yours—is overturned, and the mechanical rewards for combat are now complicated by emotional punishment. You're fighting a good person, and so you, the player, might just be a bad person.
This is very much in tune with the video gaming zeitgeist of the early 2010s. Dark Souls released just a year before Spec Ops: The Line, which does this same trick on an enormous scale, to well-deserved critical success. Players are placed in the mind of a paranoid American soldier in the Middle-East, and slowly slip into moral depravity as they go from "fighting terrorists" to "suppressing insurgents" to dropping white phosphorous on a refugee camp.
"Are we the baddies?" was really quite a novel idea at the time. It was novel enough that it could be the driving thesis of an entire game.
Perhaps this is why it still stands as the prevailing sentiment around Maiden Astraea—especially when Great Grey Wolf Sif, whose boss fight falls pretty squarely in line with the trend, is such an immediate point of comparison.
But the fight with Maiden Astraea and Garl Vinland is saying something more than that, I feel. The comparison to Sif is what crystallized this vague feeling into a clear, certain thesis for me. It's not just that the player is set against someone "good" or "noble" in Astraea, in the way that Sif is a good dog.
Astraea sets the player against someone human, who is experiencing the height of human loss: the loss of faith.
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On some level, all of Demon's Souls is about our human yearning for the sublime, be it supernal or infernal, and the horrible failure that comes when we reach too far.
King Allant reaches for sublime power. In so doing, he achieves a new perspective that shatters his previous understanding of the world—including the values of feudalism and nationalism that drove him to seek power in the first place.
Sage Freke reaches for sublime truth. He believes that with knowledge that is normally forbidden to mortals, he can achieve the just and equitable world that is normally denied to mortals. In the end, however, he fails to consider his own mortal limitations, and he succumbs to the influence of the demon souls.
So on and so forth. The pattern is a familiar one. As Arthur Machen says in his supernatural horror story, "The White People," true sin comes in the "attempt to penetrate into another and higher sphere in a forbidden manner." This plays out with many key characters of Demon's Souls, each one exploring this cardinal sin from a new angle.
Saint Astraea does this too, yet she does it from an angle that I, as a former Catholic, find uniquely sympathetic. It begins when she reaches out for God, and catches only empty air.
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"Dear Lord, you are too cruel... You have abandoned us. Is that not punishment enough?"
It's never stated what exactly causes this realization in Astraea—that the God of her world is a distant watchmaker at best, a cruel absent parent at worst. It could have been a direct revelation, such as King Allant received from the Old One, but this doesn't seem likely.
From what the text offers us, I think that Astraea's faith was broken by the Valley of the Defilement itself.
We hear from Biorr that King Allant "fought vigilantly against the vile and depraved," and we see through Yuria's torture that these labels were used for people on the fringes of society, to justify their persecution. Surely this extends also to the "lost and ill-fortuned souls" who were driven to the Valley of Defilement. The land was presumably called the "Valley of Defilement" well before the demon scourge broke out, and so it's the inhabitants themselves—the poor, the diseased, the unwanted—who are the "defilement." Them, and the rubbish and waste that are disposed of there.
The fact that we see aborted fetuses at various points throughout the Valley, mingled with the muck and the refuse and the remains of animals, speaks to the dire state of living there. As the filthy beggar woman says, it's "all the rot of the world, living or not," and it leaves no room for sanity or dignity.
Whatever can be said of the exact circumstances that produced this, or of the land itself, the fact remains that the misery of the Valley's inhabitants is of decidedly human origin.
Bear this in mind when you consider that the Church of Demon's Souls sends missionaries there—as if the Valley folk were suffering from some natural calamity, and not from the malice of the ruling class.
Perhaps that's all the Church could do. After all, the real-life Catholic Church has always been a powerful political entity, but never have they been able to erase poverty or prejudice, or directly stop a monarch from doing something. The same must apply to the definitely-not-Catholic Church of this fictional world, which is pretty committed to realism in that regard.
But even so, it should come as no surprise that every missionary who entered the Valley of Defilement was killed, either by the people or by the land itself.
These missionaries come from the very society that drove the Valley's inhabitants to such inhumane lows. How would they, who live in relative comfort, know how to navigate this treacherous hellhole? And why would anyone accept charity from the hand that beats them down?
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So when Saint Astraea enters the Valley of Defilement, full of genuine compassion and goodwill, what does she see?
She sees the sheer magnitude of human suffering, the depth of the squalor, the inhumanity that it represents... and no relief from anywhere. Not from the Church she serves, and not from God on high. Not even in this end-of-days scenario, when demons walk the earth and miracles are witnessed again, does God's supposed mercy reach the Valley.
Saint Urbain might be a deluded, bigoted fool, but he might not be entirely wrong when he calls the people of the Valley "those left behind by God." Perhaps all of mankind has been left behind, and only in the Valley of Defilement is that truth laid bare.
What can anyone do in the face of such a horrible truth?
If you don't run away from them, how do you answer people who are suffering and dying on this scale? If they need miracles, and God does not provide, what do you do?
These questions don't pertain solely to the fiction of Demon's Souls. These are questions that have echoed across human history, philosophy, theology, and myth. Reckoning with the impossible scale of human suffering—the inevitability of it, the ubiquity of it, the horrible depths of it—has been the preoccupation of our greatest thinkers for, well, pretty much all of our time on this planet.
Even when some of us arrive at an answer, it's never a wholly satisfactory answer, and it's usually contingent upon an existing framework of values and beliefs. The Pope says one thing, the Dalai Lama says another, so on and so forth, and the greater share of humanity continues to suffer all the while.
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As for Astraea's answer, I'll once again quote the prologue to Machen's "The White People":
"[H]oliness works on lines that were natural once; it is an effort to recover the ecstasy that was before the Fall. But sin is an effort to gain the ecstasy and the knowledge that pertain alone to angels, and in making this effort man becomes a demon."
She does this quite literally. She cannot access the power of God, so she accepts a demon's soul, and uses its power to bring relief to the Valley of Defilement.
Because this power is infernal, not supernal, she cannot purify the foul stagnant waters of the swamp, nor can she cure the diseases of the poor. Rather, she gives the Valley's inhabitants an affinity for filth and disease; it becomes their sustenance rather than their bane, their strength rather than their weakness. The natural order is inverted completely.
This is why Astraea is "the most impure demon of all." Her demonic power imitates the divine mercy that she longs for, yet the results couldn't be more different—perhaps, also, because she extends her mercy to those deemed impure themselves. The description of the spell Death Cloud, made from Astraea's demon soul, says as much.
And in a cruel twist of irony, Astraea's damnation does not ease the pain and misery of the Valley's inhabitants. The Archstone before Astraea's boss room reads, "The poor journey to this rotten place to offer their souls [to Astraea] so that they might be freed from their suffering." They might be sustained by the Valley's filth now, but they are still suffering from it.
They find lasting relief only in giving up their souls to feed Astraea's power, thus perpetuating the whole horrible system.
Astraea's wounds bleed perpetually, never closing, never healing. Her blood fills the grotto where she sits as an object of adoration, still performing the functions of a religion that failed her. All she can say, over and over, is that God has abandoned her, abandoned the world—she has no fewer than three separate voice lines saying this.
Notably, though others might call her a witch, she never turns to "witchcraft" in the archetypal sense. Her grief never turns to anger; she never rails against God. She never discards her clerical robes, she never dons a pointed hat, and she never casts curses or spells. She is stuck as Maiden Astraea, Saint Astraea, frozen in a state of loss.
The moment of her trauma, of her loss of faith, is extended into perpetuity. Even the boss music reflects this:
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The melody loops and loops and loops, and any resolution feeds immediately into another loop. It's a textural piece more than anything, but you can't help getting lost in the endless repetition of that simple, incomplete melody.
Astraea's knightly bodyguard, Garl Vinland, also seems to be lost in unending grief. He rests in a pile of corpses, never removing the armor that is the sign of his holy vow. If you kill Astraea before him, he simply stands in shock, unable to move or speak or act. Unable to move on.
Anyway, uhh...
All of this? A wound that never heals, a grief that never ends?
Yeah, that's... that's how it feels to have lost your faith.
That's how I feel, anyway.
As you probably gathered already, this reading of Astraea is informed by my perspective as an ex-Catholic, now agnostic. My own loss of faith was very painful. It spanned the entire length of my adolescence, into young adulthood—as my rational mind was growing, my queerness was rising to the level of conscious feeling, and nearly every support system in my life was failing me.
My parish community was run by hypocritical bullies, and harbored an actual, real, pedophile priest, but still I reached out to God for answers. I looked to theology instead of community, to study and meditation and prayer. I looked for answers to my own suffering, and to the world's suffering. I looked for resolutions to all the insane contradictions. I looked for something to sustain the faith that was being asked of me. Surely God wouldn't abandon me, even if my parents and teachers and peers were all against me.
In the end, it all fell out from under me. I found plenty to admire, but even more to doubt and disdain.
I couldn't stop loving God or Jesus, but now it felt like they were dead at my feet, and that rot and maggots were visibly eating the corpses—and that everyone around me was politely pretending that they weren't.
I remember crying to my mother when my dog died around this time, and she tried to comfort me with talk of heaven, and I was just inconsolable. All I could say, as I cried for this sweet little animal who had loved me, was that I was "scared for the world." That nothing could ever possibly be right, nothing in the whole wide world, if God weren't there. I could no longer imagine a good, just end to any human life or endeavor, because the only end was death.
I've since recovered from that very low point in my life, and grown into a much happier adult. The grief never left me entirely, though.
The loss of my faith is likely the single most impactful event in my life. Because I'm no longer Catholic, I was able to transition, and I was able to find friends and partners who mean everything to me...
...but because I was Catholic, and still feel that small aching hole inside, I've spent the greater part of my life immersed in art, literature, and philosophy that explores the space where God once lived in my heart. I've spent years studying apocalyptic religions and their various underpinnings—political, social, theological, and narratological. I've become a literary critic, and a scholar of Victorian religion. My first published article is about how Elizabeth Gaskell positions the Victorian working class as an "apocalyptic demographic."
My favorite musical is The Hunchback of Notre Dame. My favorite author is Arthur Machen. My favorite video game is Demon's Souls. The grief that I feel for my lost faith is hardly all of me, but it has touched every part of me.
So when people who have never experienced such grief compare Maiden Astraea to the big sad wolf from Dark Souls, I feel a little frustrated. As a character and a symbol, she's so much more than that.
I could go on, and resolve this rambling, messy, emotional essay in some kind of critical statement about Demon's Souls... but I think I'll just leave it at that. I suppose I just wanted other people to understand what I feel, to see what I see, and to know why this video game is special to me.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading. Umbasa.
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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Oh god Messmer is literally Fromsoft’s version of the Onceler. Oh my god no. We’re so fucked if he breaches containment and infects the greater tumblr ecosystem noooo jumps out the window
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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Yeah I already hate how the landscape of post Shadow of the Erdtree discussions is shaping
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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Concept: Jeeves and Wooster, but it's Ansbach and Mohg.
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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Something I adore is how Leda is what one would likely expect a Mohg follower to be like, and that Ansbach is what one would likely expect a Miquella follower to be like.
While I wasn’t too surprised by either of their behaviors (Mohg’s primary goal being to help the downtrodden and oppressed is genuine so yeah of course a noble and honorable man like Ansbach would be drawn to him, and Leda unnerved me from the start due to how her armor clashed with the more simple attire Miquella wore, how the Miquellan Knight Sword implies that there are no knights “of” Miquella, and how her appearance seemed eerily modeled after Miquella’s own), it’s still such an excellent twist on audience expectations. It makes you reconsider both the groups that would be drawn to our favorite cult-leading demigods and those demigods themselves.
For example, I’m a fan of how Miquella did genuinely seem to care for Leda, gifting her a “gentle gold to bring a soft hue to her faded eyes”. It seems to me that he genuinely wished to help her and give her some sort of hope. This gentleness, of course, is contrasted by how Leda was willing to kill the rest of the Needle Knights out of what seems to be the same sort of paranoia that they would betray their lord that we see in the game proper. Arguably, I would say that this was the only “good” usage of Miquella’s charm that we ever see, as he uses it pretty much just to calm her the hell down.
Then, Ansbach makes you consider how Mohg had to have been shockingly decent in order to not only have someone like him as the leader of the Pureblood Knights, but to have Ansbach trust him so dearly. Yeah, of course Ansbach has likely done bad things (most Elden Ring characters have!) but his principles and ideals gives us a good idea of what Mohg was like prior to being bewitched— a lord who sought to dismantle the rule of “gods” and put “man” at the forefront.
EDIT: Another fun point of comparison is how there’s no more Needle Knights because Leda killed them all VS how there’s no more Pureblood Knights because Ansbach challenged an Empyrean by himself in order to free his lord from his grasp.
(There’s a lot that could be said about how Mohg is arguably more genuine than Miquella ever was, as well. For example, while we find albinaurics all over the Dynasty, not only are there none whatsoever in the Haligtree but Miquella also had to have seen and outright ignore the ones being tortured in Castle Sol. There are no Hornsent at all in the Haligtree either and, oddly enough, the misbegotten we see in the Haligtree town are strangely absent from Elphael. The ghost that yells at Mohg seems more concerned about someone with “accursed blood” touching Miquella’s “pure flesh” rather than genuine concern for their lord seemingly being kidnapped. I could go on and on, but that’s a post for another day.)
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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The moral of Elden Ring is that the real villains are racist white twinks
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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Thiollier is the perfect encapsulation of the "safe" soft femboy because the second the girl he likes gives someone else attention (you) he tells you to kill yourself before trying to literally stab you on the back
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soulsmusings · 4 months ago
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FromSoftware loves to draw upon literary sources for inspiration—The King in Yellow, "The Shadow Over Innsmouth," Dracula, Don Quixote, and so on.
But even I was surprised to see them recreate Moby Dick as a dragon, complete with his own Captain Ahab.
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