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I had a dream bloodborne 2 was announced except it was a brightly lit farming simulator and you had to protect your ranch from beasts
#that was it#tho id like to imagine that gherman is your introductory npc and doll gives you tips#bloodborne 2#bloodborne#doll bloodborne#gherman the first hunter
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Laurence is the hardest and worst boss in Bloodborne.
Geheman: easy
Moon: easy
Orphan: easy
But fucking Laurence?
Laurence: hard
#bloodborne#gherman the first hunter#moon presence#orphan of kos#laurence the first vicar#fuck you Laurence
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Mein face wenn the yharnamites call das jägersausfahrhackschnittklingenbeil „hunter‘s axe“
Mein face wenn der Moment the yharnamites call den sägengezahnaufreißwundspeerstecher a „saw spear“
mein face when yharnamites call der Transformierengezähntwolftiermannfleischaufreißer a "saw cleaver" mein face when yharnamites call das Kurzschwerthineinsteinbrecher a "kirkhammer" mein face when yharnamites call der schickestockprügelhineingezähntpeitsche a "threaded cane"
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Bloodborne headcanon / plot:
Micolash was born into a distinguished family, bred to be a true scholar. His family was friends with Laurence’s and they had idle sparks of passing fancies during their youth. They would soon fall out as Micolash’s acute delirium began, the over abundance of foggy imagery beginning to drive Micolash insane and, as such, drive his loved ones away from him as well. Except for one. While Laurence, ever the brittle, beloved coward turned his feathered head from the sight of Micolash’s peril, one admirer by the name of Damian would persist in his care of the decaying mind of Micolash.
Damian was a child when he met Micolash. Impoverished and hungered, contented to die on the muddied streets of Yharnam, seeking a peaceful end to his anguish. His mother died young. His father abandoned him. For what could he find purpose in his life? On a rainy day, apt for the dying state of Damian, Micolash would stumble upon the living-corpse and would goad the other, attempting to invoke humour or perhaps spite into the situation. Damian, scorned, would ignore the privileged young boy. Micolash would persist. He runs off to get bread as Damian lays in death, ready to be herded to a dream… Micolash would return and insistently force the other to eat. To live. To stay. Damian would refuse, blatantly, keeping his cracked lips clasped closed. The spoiled boy would not accept defeat. Eventually, Damian would eat, inspired by the tender way Micolash pulls Damian into an embrace, much taller than the other, having not been starved of such nutrients. Micolash asks Damian for his name. Damian has never been asked such a thing. He begins to cry, calling out his own name, sputtering from how dry his throat was. He wanted to live. Just a little longer … just to feel this embrace a bit more…
Laurence does not respond well to Damian and vice versa. They both tolerate each other’s presence with a salacious, brewing, embittered fury just so they may look upon the smile of Micolash, their dear friend. Micolash has a lovely smile. As radiant as the sun, they used to say… Damian was placed in Micolash’s residence, accepted into the fold of attendants and servants of the imposing manor. The manor rests in the countryside and it’s an unfamiliarity to Damian who was used to the trampling of horses and the shrewd barks of anger that the dogged denizens of Yharnam often yapped. When it’s dark, it’s quiet. It discomforts Damian. He seeks Micolash out. Micolash will form a leering sort-of fond look on his face. He’ll let Damian sneak under his covers and will idly delight in the quiet trust Damian displays when he snuggles into the lanky, scholarly boy’s form.
They go to school together, of course. By his insistence, Micolash’s parents whisk himself and his new companion to the school that Laurence’s father attends to. Laurence, Ludwig, Maria, Gherman, and many more attend this prestigious school and they all set their sights on Byrgenwerth, run by a kind man named Willem. To be called Master Willem, of course. As Laurence and Micolash drift apart, Laurence finds comfort in the tall, imposing figure of Ludwig. Strong and steadfast, tan face painted in a galaxy of harrowing freckles, Ludwig is picturesque of strength and illustrious love, kindled eyes never straying from kindness. They meet in coat closets and gardens and their love blossoms (with all the purposes to rot, in the future) and flourishes and nothing is more beautiful than the raven-haired, brittle visage of Laurence, long locks of liquorice hiding the kiss he delivers unto Ludwig’s lips. Micolash is happy for them. Damian looks at Micolash and stews, silently jealous of such a courtship. Was Micolash avoidant of his feelings on purpose? Or was he simply too passive in his advances? Either way, Damian would feel some of his love rot in his heart, as he watched Micolash, from farther than his mind could handle, something possessive beginning to take hold …
When Micolash comes back from the ocean, he’s not the same. Damian noticed it the first day; of course, everyone did as well. Micolash’s once perfumed gaze was blurred, eyes filled with a fluttery sorts of course, dead, looming looks. As if they had fogged up completely, blind … his hands would not stop shaking and he could not look someone in the eyes proper, merely keeping his gaze to the floor while muttering something that Damian could never quite hear… Micolash was not the only one to return in such an impoverished, odd state. Plenty of others that had been aboard the ship had matched Micolash’s colour of strange, some more so than others. Micolash would be the only one not sent (locked) away, at the insistence of Willem. His potential, was what Willem had said. Micolash is a budding rose. Roses come with thorns but that does not detract from their beauty.. right?
Micolash and the others had been at sea for 7 months. As such, quite a few changes had been instilled. Notably, plenty had dropped out and plenty of others had joined their ranks. Micolash and Gherman, both of whom had been on that voyage, slowly became rumours in those 7 months. Their faces faded from human memory. When they returned, the campus was irked by the sudden state of Micolash. They were disappointed. It starts like that, at least. Some of the younger students approach Micolash and Micolash’s kind nature had not died at sea. He attempted to answer inquiries of all sorts. The students found it funny how he stumbled over his words. But not funny as endearing but rather…
It starts off with someone tripping Micolash as he heads to the front of the classroom to start a presentation. Quiet laughter blooms in the room as Micolash, brittle, sweetened Micolash, crashes to the floor, looking miffed as to what happened. Damian stares at the (ugly) cute look on Micolash’s face. Confused. Humiliated. And slightly hurt. Damian finds it a bit funny. He put a hand over his mouth and snickered into his fingers, a bit ashamed and a bit amused. Micolash does not notice. Damian dares to laugh louder. Micolash gets up, brushes himself off and continues to walk. Someone kicks at the back of his heels, causing him to fall backwards this time. The class erupts in unbridled, animalistic, youthful laughter. Damian can’t help the way his smile reaches from cheek to cheek. He couldn’t help the bumbling laughter that spews from his cold lips. Really, he couldn’t… if you had saw Micolash, wouldn’t you laugh too? Look at his face! He’s crying! He’s crying! The class keeps laughing, the sound of the professor furiously demanding they quiet falling upon deaf ears. Micolash sits on the floor for a bit, dazed, acutely aware he is, at that moment, alone. Not entirely, something whispers in his head. He wants to rip it from beneath his skin. He gets up again. He walks forward. He falls.
How could he? How dare he? After all Micolash had done for him… he… Damian stares down at the bandaged figure of Micolash, the bruised thing hardly breathing. The students said it was an accident. Some students say he jumped. Damian stares at Micolash, face blank. Would he..? Some say he was pushed. Some say Micolash had slipped in a drunken stupor. Others say he was sleep-walking. Laurence is crying at Micolash’s bedside. Damian, pressed against the wall, can’t even muster a tear. Some say they saw someone push him. From the highest point of Byrgenwerth, Micolash did fall, in all the ways he could. Laurence bares an unsightly voice, sobbing girlishly, beautifully, as if acting out a somber role. He is not pretending. Ludwig sits beside Laurence, rubbing the shoulder of the wailing figure with a haunted look on his face. Laurence is pulled up beside Micolash on a wooden stool, head buried in his arms which are fitted onto Micolash’s brittle (starved) chest, hair interlocking between the sheets. Damian’s mouth is dry. Would he..? Damian looks at the peacefully dead look on Micolash’s face. Micolash does not look fretfully deluded. He does not look confused or kind. He looks eternally at peace. Like a corpse. Damian fancies it, a bit. Maybe it was a welcome change from the insanity that had begun to tarry Micolash’s features. The insanity that began to age his (dear) friend. Maybe this was alright. Micolash’s chest rises and drops, slow. Laurence cries harder. Damian feels the strangest tingle of a smile begin to build on his narrow face (this will be the first time Damian finds himself infatuated with something dying. It will not be the last.)
When Micolash recovers, the world is neither sympathetic or slow. He stares as the world goes by. Laurence visits often, he thinks. He can’t recall much from the time he had been healing. He remembers crying. Someone is apologizing to him… he can’t remember much of anything. He looks outside, watching the leaves fall. Snow begins to dust and line the decaying grass. By the time he heals, it is summer. It feels like days had gone by, his mind vacuous and quiet, occupied only by little, gentle whispers. Something that pulls him back home. To the ocean, it (or perhaps they) says. They miss him terribly. On the third day after he had been granted permission to return to his dreary dorm someone comes to visit him. It’s a younger student. A young lad with curly brown hair and warm eyes, not dissimilar to the colour of finely crafted beer. The student looks to Micolash, staring wordlessly (or perhaps helplessly) as the older student simply stares at the other, eyes a simple blank, knotted into a twisted empty. The student introduces himself. Micolash cannot remember his name. He will never remember the student, in the distant future, only a flurry of hushed whispers. “You’re Micolash, aren’t you? I.. I read some of your work. The stuff you’ve gotten written while on ya’ voyage.. no one read it proper, you know? It’s incredible, truly. I showed it to my friends! They were amazed.. you’ve got somethin’ special in that head of yours. Won’t you..” he does not look Micolash in the eyes. “Oh, won’t you teach us? Tell us more? About the ‘cean,” Micolash’s eyes widen. “About the little.. whisperin’ things you described! About the shapes..” like his suicide attempt, Micolash jumps into this newfound opportunity; with a smile on his face.
Damian is surprised to see Micolash in the library. Unofficially, Micolash had been deterred from his studies, Willem constantly putting off giving Micolash any work. Micolash was still fragile, Willem had intoned. Micolash’s parents wouldn’t like their boy going into so much work while ill, Willem had intoned. Micolash isn’t right, Willem had intoned. None dared question the headmaster, most who were privy to the halfhearted explanation having been entirely accepting of this situation, for Micolash’s sake or not. Laurence wished for Micolash to be safe. Ludwig felt uncomfortable looking at Micolash. Maria and Gherman both were disapproving, silently, stoically of the restrictions. Damian supposed he didn’t mind either way. Damian had drifted far from his friend, he supposed. Checking up, quietly, had become habitual. He was not stalking the other, he supposed. Speaking of the other.. Damian looks, a bit aghast at the sight. Micolash is standing on a table, surrounded by a flurry of students. Damian counts 36, the bushes of varieties of hair making it inconvenient to gauge how many were truly present. The students look enthralled, eyes sparkling, quietly, with a pursuing intrigue, gazes decorated with a befuddled, lustre of wonderment. Damian finds himself staring, blatantly, eyes wide. Micolash is enthusiastically weaving together all sorts of words and shapes and ideas and thoughts with his gingerly mouth, eyes radiant as the sun. So radiant it was blinding. Damian feels his eyes become murky with tears at the familiarity. Micolash dances along the table, describing something about a creature he was not quite familiar with. A slug of sorts. The students lean in closer. Damian is on his toes, peering close, venerable eyes stitching their gaze into the form of his muse. Micolash is beautiful, Damian thought. His heart twists with something horrible. Micolash is beautiful.
TO BE CONTINUED.
#bloodborne micolash#micolash host of the nightmare#bloodborne#laurence the first vicar#Laurence bloodborne#ludwig the accursed#ludwig the holy blade#Gherman#gehrman the first hunter#lady maria of the astral clocktower#provost willem#bloodborne headcanons#bloodborne fanfiction#Damian bloodborne
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#Bloodborne#The First Hunter#Gherman#soundtrack#music#Soulsborne#I should play more Bloodborne#Spotify
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Woken up with something of a nightmare, have you?
#WE BEST BLOODBORNE#i beat my first souls game#😭💕💕#also yes i let gherman kill me#hell no i aint fighting him#OR BECOMING A SQUID#hunter elsie#bloodborne#i write posts not tragedies
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my taste in men fluctuates between Ebenezer Scrooge and Gherman the first hunter
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Hello im darundik on ao3 and have been so slowly working through your works and am currently on The Feast We Promised and I am so IN LVOE with how you interpret canon events into practical terms. Like I always assumed that Maria entered the healing church after the cainhurst massacre, bc she hides her relationship to them, but of course this idea of cainhurst being allowed and THEN disappearing makes sense. And also the whole thing of gherman being a designer first and foremost and being the hardest hitter, the fact that there’s a difference between academics and prospectors — LOVE THIS. The moment where you said “Maria joined the church as a botanist” — of course. Of fuxking course. The term “hunter” now means “just a person who wacks beasts” but it doesn’t necessary only mean that — as evidenced by the choir members in-game, who definitely don’t hunt, but ar hunter-type enemies. I’m just. Tearing my hair out. I love this so much. I’m reading SO slowly but enjoying it SO much.
Thank you so much, the engagement with my work means a lot :') Especially Feast, because so much went into it.
Please have this Maria sketch I have been noodling for part of the day as thanks.
#ask#bloodborne#writing#lady maria of the astral clocktower#those of you who have slogged through Feast are the real MVPs#thank you for reading#still going through the ask box
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Monsterfucker Tournament, Round 1 of the Feminine Division. The matchup as decided by a random number generator is.....
Flora, the Moon Presence: An eldritch Great One capable of creating a dream realm that the player of Bloodborne spends the vast majority of their (non-dlc) adventures roaming. She seeks to have a child as all Great One's do and desires to have all other Great One's slaughtered. It is unknown how, but all Great One's in game use humans as surrogates for their children. She seemingly has overridden Gherman, the First Hunter's willpower and is capable of doing the same to the player character. Forcing them to serve her.
Chimera Falin: A human cleric who was consumed by a dragon while in and adventuring party with her brother, best friend, and several other hired members. After being revived she was fused with the remains of the Red Dragon that consumed her, and several harpies. She dutifully serves Thistle while also retaining a moderate amount of her personality. She is capable of still using magic while in this form alongside her draconic strength, making her very powerful and dangerous. She seemingly still retains the intact male anatomy of the Red Dragon she has been fused with, but identifies as a woman before and after her chimerafication.
#Modeus's Monsterfucker Tournament#falin touden#chimera falin#dungeon meshi#moon presence#bloodborne#Monsterfucker Tournament Feminine division
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Hello there ! Do you have any headcanon about Lady Maria ? Like maybe her relationship with other characters than Gherman and Adeline ?
Thank you for an ask! I've posted some headcanons about her past ( x )and her habits and alike ( x ) but it was a considerable time ago! Also I have a delayed ask from my friend @heraldofcrow regarding Maria's family because the sheer amount of people I needed to cover and contexts I needed to explain crashed me shdfhsd (I will post it when I am ready Crow </3 )
I will cover more or less solid ideas here though because some headcanons I am still just bouncing around!
Maria and other Old Hunters
Like it says here, she and Henryk were the ones helping Byrgenwerth, descending from the families with close ties to ancient cultures and having a lot of knowledge under their belts (as well as personal interest)! Both of them are not very talkative outside of "important" stuff. However, every time they do speak with each other it is very agreeable, fulfilling and positive experience! They share a lot in common and understand each other's struggles and fears effortlessly!
Djura was a person she respected a lot, especially for being the fellow denier of magic using, unlike the rest of Old Hunters that enjoyed arcane weapons, Moon-granted powers, bells, etc etc. That's why Powder Kegs were "heretical"! They both only relied on their skills, only he also was a great engineer! She considered straight up joining Oto Workshop (remains of which later became Powder Kegs) but did not like what their fixation on fire was unfortunately bringing in her. She has the secret pyromancy power, you know x)
^ The fact that concept art features a Charred Hunter similar to Djura with a rapier and one of Powder Kegs weapons imitates a Cainhurst weapon makes me consider the idea that Maria and Djura knew each other even before the Hunters stuff! I will examine this idea later, but them being old friends is an appealing idea! In either case, for her Djura was like that one "cool mutual" who instantly gives you self-esteem boost if they like your post! xD Djura was yet to undergo his character arc at the point Maria's resolve as a hunter cracked after Fishing Hamlet though, so his (former) feverish hatred to the beasts made her trust him less. She already got burnt when Gehrman somewhat harshly didn't understand her faltering and didn't want to risk getting judgement from Djura, the second person she admired, too.
Gratia is a cousin that Maria never learned of, as Gratia was discarded since birth (born same kind of Pthumerian-Human hubrid as Snatchers)! It was rather lucky to still meet within Old Hunters as adults. Maria felt quite comfortable with her, coincidentally getting sense of 'older sister' figure from her that she missed after parting with Annalise! Even though Gratia and Annalise are nothing alike of course x) But a much more stronger, more bold and confident, and more tall woman is something that allowed Maria to connect with her softer side, especially when Gratia would straight up pick her up in a (too tight) embrace when she congratulated her with something, or expressed vocal wish to "protect" her!
Matias (Blood Minister from intro cutscene) used to double as a bar man at the times when alcohol was still relevant in Yharnam, so she interacted with him outside of the hunt enough! She needed a glass sometimes, okay? xD He is a curious person though and prefers to get under facades and see what people are really made of, so he abused being sober while she was drunk to ask her about her feelings on various topics and people, or pry on her secrets. She was so stoic and reclusive, he just wanted to know who was the person under the Hunter role! Very crooked of him, but at least he didn't use drunk secrets of others for evil, he is Just Like This lol. He eventually felt guilty for being so shady though. As one of the first Old Hunters who started to experience the potential drawbacks of the hunt and blood (losing legs capacity, blindness, having to amputate fingers etc), he also was one the first to get in a wheelchair. Maria was so nice and helpful to him despite him becoming "useless", he should have been nice too, this old nosy bastard.
Maria and the Healing Church
Laurence... Alright, heeeere we fucking go again with my beloved image that is a pillar for many of my headcanons:
Maria and Laurence are not blood-related (at least as far as great-grand parents go, I didn't develop centuries of family tree!), but saw each other since younger age! They were not close though, as Laurence travelled and studied abroad in his kid and teen years! Whenever he visited, it was also not more than simple exchange of news at the dinner in a group of people. Maria and her squad (Annalise, Crow and King) knew him as arrogant asshole with inflated ego, but he returned in Maria's life in Byrgenwerth era, as admittedly more charismatic and pleasant person than before.
They managed to patch up years of awkwardness and distance and became friends, especially since he got along with Gehrman quite well! ...but then he decided that HE was special, and HE could tame the holy blood when Loran and Pthumeru Ihyll failed 🙄 Maria was more by the side of Caryll, Rom and Willem on the big bad academical infighting! She argued with Laurence a lot. When he convinced Adeline that letting him surgically alter her body to produce holy blood was a good idea, Maria straight up could not handle it maturely. It is a long one to go into but Laurence already tugged some unexplainable sense of fear and hesitation in Maria. She felt like his influence somehow was everywhere (not she alone, actually) and she never could stand up against him properly, but "losing" Adeline was the very peak of the sense of helplessness. She wished she reacted more maturely and her weakness only proven Adeline that Laurence was more reasonable trustworthy (owch.....), but in either case, since then a HELL of passive aggression and coldness followed between Laurence and Maria.
....and then, they somewhat broke the ice in Research Hall arc, after Maria abandoned the hunt and could at least entrust in evolution through Eyes and Stars. They both figured they took bad turns in life and there was no point in lamenting the past, they still needed to save what could be saved. They finally had pleasant, albeit very bitter-sweet interactions after years of mutual vitriol. However, I am considering a very dark idea of Laurence seeing that Maria was bordering suic1dal moods and not only letting it happen, but even "encouraging" it in secret, as he wanted her out of the way before commanding Cainhurst massacre. No, he knew that he had her will broken and she would just let him do it, he was not scared. But he... didn't want it. He figured it was a better way to go for her as someone who still believed she could atone for her sins, rather than living to reach complete state of helplessness. He "allowed" her one last "choice" in her life.
Fucked up concept, fucked up concept, I know.
With Brador relationship was a bit strained, but they were more of friends than Maria and Laurence. At least, she was not feeling so inexplicably cornered by him with all her might as a warrior, nor Brador was trying to scare her into being hush. He believed she was smart enough to not get herself or her friends into more trouble, albeit always felt bad for her kind, honorable nature. He knew he was an opposite of her, completely drenched and even reveling in disgraceful crimes he was doing to help "smarter people" advance. But, Maria pleaded with Brador to get a word out from her to Laurence, to pay attention at the weird actions of Doctor Micolash at the Research Hall and why patients kept suffering and diving into 'Sea', and Brador listened to her. It is quite a confession from Brador to go against Laurence for someone, and Maria knows this. They'd have very deep friendship under better circumstances, I think.
Vasylissa (White Church Hunter) is another character Maria saw often! Technically, Maria replaced her as an overseer and caretaker of Research Hall in the end. Even before that, Maria appreciated this person and was always relieved to find her in Grand Cathedral praying instead of Laurence. Vasylissa at least remembered to "fear the blood" much better than everyone else in the Healing Church. Very arcane-leaning, very should-have-stayed-in-Byrgenwerth person that helped Maria to feel less alone. They exchanged everything they knew as well as had many heart-to-hearts, and Vasylissa considered themselves to be good friends.. She was one of the people who cried and blamed herself when Maria was gone. I also like to play with an idea that Maria would like to approach her romantically, but noticed someone else had eyes on her - that Black Church female Hunter who guards her! So she decided to step back.
Ludwig was also a person with whom Laurence and Healing Church stuff didn't sour the things with! Heck, the guy loved what Laurence represented more than himself, and mostly was just fixated on the hunt (and his 'Guidance', but that was a secret!)! They are both knightly and full of honour, naive and kind but ruthless in battle! I even wrote a post of headcanons of them as a pairing once ( x ), but everything said in that post still applies minus the dating bit :') They were good friends that vented and could comfort each other, they disagreed on the same Healing Church's antics, they had friendly sparrings, they kept each other in mind upon separation and stocked up things to share with each other when they'd meet next..
I think when Maria went from 'magic bad humanity good' to 'maybe there IS some hope for humanity in pursuit for Stars and Moon 🤔', Ludwig showed Holy Moonlight to her. He was a little reluctant and jealous considering it, but could not see Maria so doubtful and lost. If sharing something so intimate could've helped her to finally make sense of her conflicts, then so be it. Only.. it made things worse, because Maria saw that the violence and murder was in the plans of even the Great One that was advertised by Laurence and the others as the way to help humanity!
Maria and Cainhurst
This is the part where I unfortunately have to restrain myself, because there is so much to unpack that, like I said, I still have a separate ask to work on this!
But, Maria had sort of a friend group since childhood with Annalise (half-sister from her cheating father), Eidinghardt (Bloody Crow of Cainhurst) and Elias (King)! Her relationship with Crow were the closest of the group, as the two were like siblings! They were fighting a lot but not in a toxic way, more like the typical siblings banters! Maria additionally pinched Crow's cheek or invited him for a nice fist fight when they were kids and Crow constantly made Elias cry, or was rude towards Annalise! He was an asshole, and she was an anti-bully ranger x) Yet, whenever it subdued, they were playing together a lot and getting into trouble together. Crow was very jealous when Maria decided to leave Cainhurst, like... I would not surprised of the 'straight up clinged to her leg and dragged after her across the floor' situation fdshhfd For people that fought a lot he felt only she truly understood him, and he never quite recovered from realisation that Maria might not really felt the same, even if she did love him too.
Elias was very gentle person when he was growing up, and could only really turn to Maria to hide from judgement for "shaming" his noble family. She was there for him during both of his most hardcore conflicts with Annalise (who was and is extremely hard to earn forgiveness from), and believed in him when he decided to become a warrior too. Annalise, like I said, Maria found a comfort in, lacking a mother figure and instead seeking a woman to turn to in older sisters figures. But also, Annalise gave her chills sometimes! She never dared to lie to her or break a promise to her- and she did see what happens on example of Elias. At the same time, Annalise was so reliable, someone Maria could share her problem with and just know that Annalise will help...
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This is all for now! Obviously this is not all characters to cover; there are still Logarius, Izzy, Caryll (one more cousin, but known one), Micolash and Rom, and relatives in Cainhurst! I just wanted to answer the ask now but I am still cooking some headcanons because I figured I can't rush it and right ideas find me at their own pace :pensive: Still, thank you for letting me talk about it in detail!!
#bloodborne#lady maria of the astral clocktower#multi character post#bloodborne headcanons#ask replies#doodles#dammit matias you ass fhfhds#I also made him kinda catlike and this is funny.. curious like a cat..#the part with laurence actually hurt me a bit#spineless I know considering it is BLOODBORNE where we eat babies a lifelong drama can't hurt this bad right?#right- ehhhh
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no please share your Bloodbourne AU with us….im glad im not the only one thinking about this
Hey sorry I'm only getting to this now! I never get asks for this blog so I don't bother checking often.
I don't have any particularly detailed thoughts, and a lot of things just don't fully add up unless you ignore some lore on both ends but here's re a few ideas I've had (they're all just very very obvious connections tbh they're not super interesting I think):
Obviously the religion of the Ninth is the Healing Church
The Cathedral Ward, specifically Oedon Chapel, would be the Ninth/Drearburh equivalent
It gets a bit complicated when we get to talking about the Lyctors, Resurrection Beasts, and BoS, however
I think the best option for BoS to be would be the hunters (Wake being the much sexier and much much less creepy version of Gherman (would that make Pyrrha Lady Maria?) as the leader/founder)
The Byrgenwerth Scholars could be the Lyctors (or necromancers more broadly)
The Lyctors would be the known bosses and scholars we know of (Maria, Micolash, Rom, etc.) although they could also include hunters like Gascoigne
The RBs would be the bosses that are not human (Amygdala, Blood Starved Beast, (potentially Vicar Amelia idk how I feel about including her tbh)
Here's the tricky part:
John and Alecto could be Willem and Laurence, but I see Jod as Laurence in this (because he would use the blood (which in this case it would be the necromantic equivalent ig??) to "help" people but Alecto would not vibe with it)
However Willem was essentially the founding figure of Byrgenwerth, which, if we didn't do a 1:1 comparison could also work
Laurence could also be Anastasia the First, being the respective founders of their churches
Another issue is that I don't know what to make of the necro/cav duos. Admittedly, this is what makes the AU fall apart for me a little, although I'm sure there's a way to make it work
The easiest thing to do would be to make them Hunters, but then the BoS thing would have to be different
We could pull a Soul Eater and have the cavs be the Hunter weapons because the healing church also has hunters, but that doesn't quite fit for me
Unless
The Cainhurst Vilebloods could be the BoS equivallent, going against the church founded under Laurence/John
This lets the hunters be necromancers and their cavaliers, provided they hunt in pairs
This also lets Pyrrha be Maria and have some ties to BoE through Wake
Some characters might not have direct connections tho
Nona is hard to account for on account of the whole Nona thing
Characters like Patches don't seem to fit with tlt either
The House system would have to be potentially scrapped, although they could be allied/paired off based off of branches from the Scholars
Magic is also a challenge, as the closest thing are the Arcane Hunter Tools and Blood which isn't the same as necromancy (especially not TLT necromancy with the intricacies of the River, thanergy and thallergy, etc.)
Lyctorhood would also be a challenge, although it could be as simple as "the soul/body/blood is absorbed when 'ascended'" or something
The whole "Bloodborne is full of references to the horrors of womanhood and pregnancy and femininity and blood" thing also doesn't fit quite as neatly with tlt because it has a more anti-imperialist bend to it and gender-fuckery happens, but it's not quite like in Bloodborne
For this reason, the whole Pthumerian part of the lore doesn't fit in any way that's easily apparent to me, although I'm open to ideas on all of this, particularly I would love to find a way to fit Queen Yharnam into all this without just making her Wake because they're both the only ones who are prego.
Anyway yeah that's about it lmao hope it's as interesting as you thought it would be
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Is anyone a fan of bloodborne and also Ginjnaninjaowo's Prism series?? Please I'm fighting for my life trying to make Maria into a magical girl Notes on First Rough Draft:
I realized I didn't know how the hell magical girls worked. I only ever watched madoka and it's a lot like a very intricate clock to me, as in I can see somewhat how it works, but the actual components are foreign to me. In trying to be as extra as a magical girl, the whole thing feels incohesive. The thing is, Maria has to have a strong color palette since she's one of the old hunters and I don't know how to even begin balancing said palette if black and white don't count. I'm also at a disadvantage since most of bloodborne is covered in red and black and the clocktower is an intentional washed out grey. I couldn't find a shape that was simple enough to read as "prism shape" to me. This was somewhat fun but what the hell reads as "Clock" here other than her weapons? So definitely more references are needed.
Notes on Second Rough Draft:
I just looked up pirate magical girl since I'm very attached to the cravat and I just wanted to figure out how someone would keep that while doing magical girl stuff. As someone who is a firm lover of butch women, this felt like sacrilege- almost like I just drew Gherman's fantasy. There are colors though! And she has her funny lil hat that I love. The trim is bit weird but I was afraid of overusing the clock ticks. Still feels miles ahead of the other design though so I'll take it!
please, if you have any questions or suggestions- dm me or throw something in my ask box. Thank you ;-;
#my art#digital art#lady maria of the astral clocktower#ginjaninjaowo#'s prism series#how does one make a magical girl#i'm fighting for my life out here
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its fun how all four umbilicus in bloodborne can, with some thinking, fit within the four horsemen of the apocalypse. the area or person you pick up the umbilicus is your hunter witnessing a major flaw of humanity. given the themes of this game. a sin, or something, caused by this ongoing misery throughout the land. if you will.
mergo - war - not his wet nurse, but the very concept of mergo himself - he's a everything that's comes along as the aftermath of war. he's the impact. he's the aftershock, if you will. - "The thought of that stuffed rabbit lying in that crater, rain and weather matting its fur, unloved, forgotten, totally alone, lost forever, it fills me with a profound hopelessness…." - amnesia the bunker but consider this emotion evoked by the empty stroller in the middle of a desolate nightmare, and knowing that mergo is dead - he's a child victim of war and also the formless representation of every victim. you hear his cries and see his mother mourn all because of this senseless violence, the neverending war between the schools and all the civilians and innocents and especially the children caught in it. he's heard all over the game, all in places where the scars of war are so evident.
the workshop/the doll's physical form - famine - the doll here represents gherman's hunger for maria ("curious mania") and how the doll would never fill that desire - he wanted maria like an otaku wants a waifu statue. it's like....content is over, let's make our own content! and distorting the truth in a way that's unrealistic. he wanted to possess maria, to have her likenesses. - the doll was never animated by the moon presence to be maria 2.0, because gherman doesn't actually want maria. he wants the coffee shop au fanfic of maria. he wanted a subservient maria to give him ownership over her in a way that he never got from a teacher-student relationship. but the moon presence making the doll (hunter's dream) based off of what she understood gherman's wish was makes sense. she took his desire to have maria take care of and dote on him, but had to change maria in a way that strips off that spice and attitude to make the doting possible. and he didn't want that. he has to live forever facing a facsimile of what he wanted. - it's like fandom people going "i wish this character would do xyz, treat me like this way, do this to me" and understanding the real character would never ever do xyz. but when someone made a fanfic of sweet highschool sweetheart au of that character, you realize all of a sudden it's ooc. it's not the character you fell in love with. - for that matter the whole hunter's dream is this. gherman wants his workshop to be The place that all future hunters come and learn from. he was the first hunter, training hunters, and now you have all these other shops. the church workshop. byrgenworth has a hunter's workshop technically. in this competition gherman wants to be The Hunter again. The Mentor. and the moon presence gave him the dream where he can teach every hunter forever. :) isn't that great? - but it's just like the doll, he's trapped in the dream. when you show up he doesn't even give a fuck about teaching you. just go kill some beasts, it's what hunters do. whatever. he has to live forever with a constant stream of new students, but none of them will replace the One student he wants. - it's the classic interpretation of the horseman of famine. you eat and eat and eat and you're still skin and bones. no amount of food will make you satisfied, and no amount of wish-granting will truly give gherman what he desires. he will only ever get exactly what he wished for.
arianna - death - no matter what you do, she will die - she's pretty hard to keep alive if you don't have prior knowledge. send her to the wrong safe haven, accept her blood too many times, don't send her anywhere, invite the wrong people back to the chapel... - and even if you do keep her alive, just by killing the infant Great One in the final stage will kill her. sure, you "get something out of it" but that's not the point. she's innocent, totally uninvolved in all this chaos. she's done nothing wrong (as far as the morals of blood vs eyes go) and yet she dies in the end. death is inevitable and the hunter is its witness.
fake iosefka - pestilence - she's taken over the clinic, a place of healing, and instead is spreading the beast plague - she's also an example of the sort of sickness and rot invading the schools, since iirc her umbilicus is stolen from the school of insight? - in addition to the moral rot of stealing just for her own personal gain she also very much experiments on those you send to the clinic. which is definitely a rotted thing to do. i know she's not the actual iosefka, and as such fake iosefka is not beholden to healer's oaths. the fact remains that she knocked out the real doctor in order to pretend to treat people and take advantage of their fear and vulnerability to experiment. to deliberately change them and spread the plague. - she's a leech in a doctor's coat. she's everything about horrible people during a pandemic and the panic within. she's what can happen when someone embraces a plague and tries to use it to advance her own status. she's the flaws of humanity you see when pestilence rides into town.
#bloodborne#bloodborne meta#i have a lot more to say than this i just wanted to record these theses before i forgot#the point about gherman wanting to teach again is arguable#but also the fact that every new student is Not Maria is still salient
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I am playing bloodborne again because it is the beat game fromsoft ever made and I love the story telling so much!!!
Gherman is the first hunter. The nobles of castle cainhurst would have been educated. The scholars of a particular school found undead abominations and the corpses of gods in an archeological site. One of Gherman’s acolytes, a girl of noble heritage, threw themselves down a well, unable to reconcile the perceived nobility of combat with the horror of the slaughter demanded of her. The healing church is a cult granted legitimacy and power through the wanting of their saint’s blood. The noble of cainhurst found something underground and want to bear child from blood. Their own blood is tainted. There is a god that exists only in voice and blood. There is (to my knowledge) only one enemy that does not cry out as they die and that is a fungus ridden old man, leader of the college of note, who was old and dying at the time the healing church was being established. Gherman was said to possess a mania unseen by his student(s?). There is a doll that looks like the noble girl that killed herself. There is a plane separate from reality which can tether and sustain a person for only one night, but a night unending, until the deed is done and the hunt is finished. There is a doll there that has the face and voice of that noble girl. The doll can hear the echoes of the blood you have spilled. She pours them into you, the sounds of your victims slaughter give you strength. After a while, she can hear the song those echoes sound in your veins. She finds them soothing. There is a special hell for people just like you. And wouldn’t you know it? That noble girl is there. Head of the damned healing church, who monopolized that special blood, who monopolized the hunting of beasts that sprang from it. Who killed all of the nobles of cainhurst, those people with blood that is quite similar to those of their blood saints, but forbidden. You find her at the head of some faux-orphanage come house of healing. Everyone has been experimented on, more inhuman than the blood drunk hunters and beasts outside their walls. What was the point? Who would kill themselves for the shame of killing and live again just to do such a thing? Is it even really the same woman? Or another doll with her face, her voice, only more convincing? Shapes and sounds. Body, blood, and voice. A hunter should hunt. What are the ‘musts’ of the rich? The preachers? The poor? To get. To lead. To drink the blood of the saints and bleed in turn. What is a saint that lives to be milked of their life for profit? What is a hunter that would rush to kill more readily than a wolf? What leads a religion when no priests have known their prophet? What is money on the night of the hunt? Will you to reach a point where you can no longer abide to live by the direction of others? Is this night truly worse than what came before, or were you simply numb to hear of suffering as history? Every night is an apocalypse for someone. Every day the world ends ten thousand times.
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Gherman, The First Hunter
absolute masterpiece of music
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I think we as a society should do more of this. Catch me seductively spilling a glass of Barbera aged to the Gherman the First Hunter boss theme down my half-opened top!
I just found out the most hilariously amazing thing.
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