#senua x dillion

[sheigarche]

Have you ever stopped to think that Senua is the "Dillion" of Thorgestr's life?

She was once consumed by the darkness, dominated by the shadow of her father. But being with Dillion helped her free herself.

Now, in Hellblade 2, she meets Thórgestr and he was being consumed by the same darkness and manipulated by the shadow of his father's abuse to do terrible things, but the time he spent with Senua changed him and gave him strength to free himself.

Senua is Thórgestr's light in the darkness just as Dillion was hers. A beautiful symbolism for their relationship 🥰

[gameforestdach]

Melina Juergens, bekannt für ihre Rolle als Senua in den hochgelobten Videospielen *Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice* und dessen Nachfolger *Senua’s Saga: Hellblade II*, hat offen darüber gesprochen, ihre Plattform nutzen zu wollen, um Licht auf das Thema psychische Gesundheit zu werfen. Mit Bezug auf ihre eigenen Kämpfe strebt Juergens danach, einen bedeutenden Einfluss zu nehmen, indem sie Verständnis und Unterstützung für jene bietet, die ähnliche Herausforderungen erleben. Aus Dunkelheit wird Licht Ausgehend von ihren persönlichen Herausforderungen im Bereich der psychischen Gesundheit sieht Juergens ihre Rolle als Senua nicht nur als schauspielerische Leistung, sondern auch als Möglichkeit, einen sinnvollen Beitrag zur Diskussion um das Bewusstsein für psychische Gesundheit zu leisten. "Ich möchte Menschen helfen, ich möchte Bewusstsein für psychische Gesundheit schaffen und ihnen das Gefühl geben, verstanden zu werden,” kommentierte Juergens in Diskussionen mit Xbox Wire. Ihre Darstellung von Senua – einer Figur, die mit Psychosen kämpft – dient als Leuchtturm der Hoffnung und des Verständnisses und spiegelt ihren Weg hin zur Handhabung ihrer psychischen Gesundheit wider, statt sie zu überwinden. Eine Fortsetzung, die in jeder Hinsicht expandiert Für den Start am 21. Mai 2024 angekündigt, verspricht *Senua’s Saga: Hellblade II*, die narrative und technische Errungenschaft seines Vorgängers zu vertiefen. Ninja Theory, der Entwickler des Spiels, hat erneut die Grenzen verschoben, um ein Erlebnis zu schaffen, das atemberaubende Grafiken, unheimliches Sounddesign und eine ergreifende Storyline mit bahnbrechender Technologie verbindet. Das sehnlichst erwartete Spiel wird für Xbox Series X|S, PC und ab dem ersten Tag auf Game Pass verfügbar sein. Tiefer in Senuas Reise Die Fortsetzung knüpft an die Ereignisse des ersten Spiels an und taucht ein in Senuas fortgesetzten Kampf mit dem Verlust ihres Geliebten Dillion und ihrer Psychose. Durch ihre Reise demonstriert Senua ein entwickeltes Verständnis und Management ihres Zustands, verkörpert eine Figur der Stärke und Entschlossenheit. Ninja Theorys Engagement für eine authentische Darstellung von psychischen Gesundheitsherausforderungen bleibt ein Kernaspekt der Spielphilosophie und zielt darauf ab, Kampf und Erkundung als integrale Teile von Senuas Weg zu Akzeptanz und Handlung zu gestalten. Performance-Capturing Realität Melina Juergens’ Rückkehr als Senua zeigt ihre Entwicklung sowohl als Schauspielerin als auch als Charakter. Mit komplett motion-capture-erfassten Szenen bringt Juergens ein gesteigertes Maß an Realismus in Senuas physische und emotionale Kämpfe und verankert die Kampfhandlungen des Spiels in der Realität. "Wenn all diese Bewegungen – Laufen, Klettern, Kämpfen – aus Performance-Capture stammen, wird es in der Realität verankert sein. Es wird konsistent und echt wirken," erklärte Dom Matthews, der Direktor von Ninja Theory. Fazit Melina Juergens: Eine Stimme für psychische Gesundheit durch Senuas Reise Juergens' Beteiligung an *Hellblade* geht über den Bildschirm hinaus und zielt darauf ab, eine globale Unterhaltung über psychische Gesundheit zu fördern. Durch Senuas Geschichte laden sowohl Juergens als auch Ninja Theory Spieler in einen Dialog über das Verstehen, Managen und Akzeptieren von psychischen Gesundheitsherausforderungen ein und streben danach, einen bedeutenden Einfluss über die Welt der Spiele hinaus zu machen. Für weitere Einblicke in Melina Juergens' Weg und Senua's Saga: Hellblade II besuche GameSpot und Xbox Wire.

[galasgamingcorner]

They can break you, but not your promise. Even death won’t keep you apart. Through this darkness you will find him. I n   y o u r   s w o r d   s t i l l   b e a t s  a   h e a r t. You fought for love unspoiled by your darkness within. You fought for your dreams, now there is no way to win. In the head of his corpse lies the seat of his soul. So you must carry his vessel and bring him back home.

[haprilona]

I love Senua's Sacrifice and have a crush on Dillion's voice. It’s my headcanon that they would cloudgaze together and that while other people see the patterns the clouds themselves make, Senua sees the patterns in-between the clouds.

[kawaiibobatea-blog]

Her World Chapter 02: The Rescue?

No matter how much Senua closed her eyes and tightened the grip on her ears, the sounds wouldn't stop. Metallic sounds of the creatures' blades crashing against others, in what she assumed could only be the villagers trying to defend themselves, echoed in her tiny room.

Do you hear it?

The sounds of their pain!

Listen, Senua!

This is all your fault!

You brought them here!

What felt like hundreds of laughs filled her head, preventing her from forming a coherent thought. In contrast to the ever increasing laughter in her head, sounds of gurgling now echoed against the ever darkening sky. It was like the gods knew of the terrible massacre that was happening in her village, but instead of stopping it with their supposed almighty power, they settled on making it pour. Senua brought her hands from her ears, the limbs shaking like leaves falling from the tree up on the hill that she had seen him train at. Everything was still.

What's going on?

Are they all dead!?

Such a pity...

"No... shut up." Senua said, her voice more meek than she had hoped it would be. Despite her being the only one alive now that could hear The Others, she had to keep them quiet for her sanity and in the off chance that the creatures could somehow hear them as well. Senua made sure that her movements and breaths were as still as she could make them, picking herself up off the floor. Slowly, she peeked over the edge of her barred window, and covered her mouth with her hand quickly to muffle her gasp. Nothing was moving except for the loud pelts of rain against the ever growing muddy ground. Senua looked around in horror, seeing the slain bodies of many of her fellow villagers strewn across the ground. Many of them lay on the ground, blood continuing to flow from the gaping wound in their necks or abdomens. They had been alive only few mere minutes ago. She had heard laughing, talking, children running around, and all the activities that were typically done in merriment around her village.

Surely you know that this is all your fault.

Surely...

"No... No, it's not..." Senua mumbled, softly not wanting to alert the creatures if there were any still around.

Don't be silly! Of course it is!

You were angry at them for their smiles.

For their laughter.

Their happiness.

You wanted it all for yourself didn't you?

You wished that they would die, didn't you?!

"No... I never..." Senua couldn't finish her sentence. The Others knew... they always knew.

Don't lie to us!

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." The young girl continued to apologize repeatedly as if trying to drown out the laughter that they continued to spew into her brain. Her blue eyes looked out at the dead bodies littering the muddy ground, this only making her tears flow harder. A loud crack of lightning lit up the sky, illuminating her sight to see one of the creatures peering into her window, their gazes locking. Senua let out a loud, blood curdling scream. Quickly, she backed up as far as her room would allow, but the creature still looked at her, its rotting flesh falling off of its bones, maggots squirming around in what used to be its eyes. Without saying anything, or looking in her direction again, the creature rounded the corner, its footsteps coming closer and closer to the front door. "Please... please... please no..." Senua begged, trying to door. Perhaps, if she could open the door before the creature got inside of her house, she could make a break for it. If the creatures followed her, attracted to her Darkness, perhaps those that were alive—if there was anyone left that is—would end up being safe. However, no matter how much she pulled and pushed at the door blocking her from her exit, it wouldn't budge. Senua looked around for anything to hide under or behind. Looking at her door, and noticing how it opened, she quickly hid behind it, knowing it would cover her when the creature opened it. This was her only hope, her only prayer.

They're coming for you.

Don't you hear it?

Ever closer.

Closer...

Closer...

Closer!

Creaking floorboards sounded through the small home of the girl and her Druid priest of a father. For a split second she found herself worrying about him, was he still alive? Had they gotten to him too? If so, had they killed him? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the steps coming ever closer to her door. She covered her mouth with both of her hands. Tears continued to spring from her eyes and fall down her face and onto the stone floor. She heard a hand grip the handle and slowly push it open. Fear and terror filled her eyes. That door hadn't opened no matter how much she had pushed, pulled at it, banged it, and willed it to open. So what had happened that gave this creature the ability to open it. Was she right? Had her father perished and they had taken the key from him? Creatures of the Darkness weren't usually that smart. They hunted for prey and craved blood, nothing more and nothing less. They were driven by their desires and hunger, not showing any bit of true sentience. Everything she thought she knew about the Darkness was thrown out the window when the creature peeked his head in and looked around. Senua found herself trying to hold her dry heaving from the putrid smell its rotting flesh and maggot filled sockets caused. Ever so slowly, taking long enough to make her heart stop from terror, the creature had finally left her room. Only once she heard the footsteps trailing away from her door did she let out a shaky breath. She had seen her end, she was sure of it.

Unbelievable!

You escaped.

Pure luck.

Not anything else.

Do you honestly believe that you're worth saving?

Of course she isn't!

She believes it though!

All she has to do is look inside of herself.

She knows no one cares about her.

Senua had barely had enough time for her shoulders to relax before she heard metal breaking. Looking towards the sound, she saw that her door frame was off of the hinges and there stood the creature that had peeked her head in just moments ago. Impossible! It had faked leaving?! Creatures of the Darkness didn't possess such mental power... was this something else entirely? Her eyes darted around her room, trying to find anything that she could use as a weapon against it. It hadn't move, and just stood there looking at her, bites of flesh falling from its bones. Looking at it, it seemed that no matter how many masses of its flesh or how many maggots fell from its eye sockets, there would always be more to replace it. Her eyes locked onto one of the vases that she had in her room. The young girl quickly picked it up and threw it at the creature and watched as it put its arm up and effortlessly broke it, yet the creature didn't flinch as if it couldn't feel pain at all.

It's coming for you.

Run!

Escape!

Her hand grabbed a book from behind her and threw it at its face, knocking a great deal of squirming maggots from its eye sockets. If she hadn't have been terrified for her life in that instant, she was sure that she would've retched. While its arms were up, trying to block from the book, Senua darted, seeing her exit to the left of him. The gods were not on her side, however, and just before she exited the room, the creature reached up, his hard bony fist meeting her face with a loud crack! Senua fell like a rag doll to the ground, knocking her head against the bricks. She was sure that her skull had cracked and left flecks of blood on them. Now with blurry vision, all she could do in terms of her defense was hold her hands up and beg for mercy. This couldn't be happening... It couldn't!

"No!" She screamed. "Stop!" Her throat was becoming hoarse from her screamed, but they only increased when it grabbed onto her hair, and yanked, pulling her body along as if she truly were a rag doll. Trying her hardest to pry its bony fingers from her hair yielded no results, it only seemed to tighten its grip on her. Every muscle in her body ached from being dragged along the coarse floorboards of her home and onto the muddy ground where the rain had been washing away the dirt that covered some rocks, leaving them open for her back and arms to scrape against them. "Don't do this! Please!" She screamed.

Wait... what happens if she dies?

Do we die too?

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

We don't want to die, Senua!

The Others begging for their lives did little to still her quickening heart. She was sure that she could hear the sounds of her hair being ripped from her skull with every harsh yank that the creature would produce. She rocked slightly to her side in order to see where he was taking her. Gasping at what she saw, she began to kick her legs. There, in the center of the village was four, including the one now dragging her, creatures. It seemed they all held dominion over something, ice, fire, death, and earth by the looks of them. Senua was far from weak, but without a weapon to speak of, and being surrounded on all sides, the odds weren't in her favor. The one creature that had dragged her kicking and screaming all this way, tossed her into the middle of the four. Skulls looked down at her, holding something between pity and malevolence in their sockets. Senua could do nothing but shake her hands in front of her, hoping to appease them.

"I'm sorry..." She begged. "I don't know why you're here, but... please let me leave!" She begged. "Please... I'll never bother you again, please just let me leave."

Senua!

Help us!

We don't want to die!

We don't want to die, Senua!

Senua, save us!

Senua!

Senua!

Senua !

Senua!

Despite her and the Others' pitiful begging, Senua gasped, tears falling down her cheeks as the rotting creature lifted up its sword followed by the other three. Her whole entire life flashed before her eyes, she remembered her mother and how she had fought the Darkness before taking her own life and leaving her with her father. Senua remembered the first time that she saw that man, slicing his blade through the air. She had never gotten the chance to talk to them. Before she could say anything else, all four swords were brought down in the middle of them all repeatedly with all their might, paying no heed to the screams.

[true-king-of-monsters]

Catch me crying over how this was the happiest moment for Senua.

[brynnmclean]

Catching up on a stream on YouTube for Senua's Sacrifice and man, I miss Dillion. He was so good.

[kawaiibobatea-blog]

Her World Chapter 03: The Light

Senua screamed, the echoes mingling with the air so shocked at the shrillness of her weeping that it rang louder in her ears like the sky was crying for her as well. She felt the blades dig into her skin, tearing the flesh apart and slicing into the veins beneath. No matter how much pain she endured from the slices against her flesh, she didn't die.

“Please! Kill me!” She screamed repeatedly. All she wanted was an end. There was no light in sight and all she knew was the agony of her current situation.

Senua, don't die!

Senua! You can't die!

Please!

Help us!

Don't give up!

Her gray world turned into black and she couldn't see anything, just feel and hear. Every swish against the air she heard from the swords was another nail in her ever growing coffin. The monsters' flesh continued to drip off their bodies and onto her face and body. Murmurs were heard, muffled and yet loud at the same time. Senua's blue eyes closed tighter and she thrashed around, terrified that someone else was going to come up to her and torture her more than she was already enduring.

Senua, escape!

The footsteps that she heard with the muffled voice came closer.

Get away!

Closer, and closer still. She needed to get away. Now. The monsters were holding her down, their claws and weapons still peeling into her skin, almost like they were trying to pull the flesh from her bones and replace the flesh that was dripping from their own bones.

Senua! You can't let us die!

The Others were the least of her worries right now. Those footsteps were running now, keep coming closer. Time felt like it was slowing, even though it was all happening rather quick.

“Stop!” A voice rang through the air and pierced through her own screams.

Who is that?

Who is that?

Who?

“I said, stop!” The voice came again. Surprisingly, the pain stopped against her sliced up skin. Even more surprising, the voice had effectively silenced the Others. It had been the first time in a while that she had been able to have thoughts without the Others looming around and hoping to put their own two cents in. When she looked up, all light had returned to her view immediately saturating her monochromatic world, like an instant painting. The creatures had all disappeared and above her, four men and two women had stopped. In their hands were sticks; thin and fast. Switches. When she was young, she had learned the sounds and the crack of switches when her mother rarely spanked her. Senua looked down and was met with something perhaps not so shocking. The blood had been there, the multiple hits from the sticks had cracked open her skin, leaving it battered and bruised. “What is wrong with you?!” The Light spoke.

“She's possessed!” One of the women said.

“We were only trying to save our children!” Another said.

Hear that Senua? They wanted to save their children.

From what you may ask?

She knows.

Of course she does.

They wanted to save their children from you!

The Others were back with a vengeance, their laughter echoing in her head, bouncing off every wall of her cranium. She had turned on her side and put her hands over her ears and curled into a ball. She hoped that she would be able to curl herself into a ball so much that she would disappear. It was not the first time that she had been hit by the older villagers and she was sure that it wasn't going to be the last. What had she done in order to get this beating though? She had cried over them when the creatures had taken them and cut them up right in front of her. Senua and pulled and broke her way out of her house in order to save them, and this is how she was repaid.

You didn't honestly think that they'd thank you, did you?

I think she did! How hilarious!

Hot tears gathered in Senua's eyes, she didn't care that they were stinging her or that she had dirt in her wounds and her pathetic whimpering was loud enough to be heard by the group that was around them, the other villagers getting away from the commotion as quickly as possible. She had another possession. They all knew to get away from Senua when the Darkness possessed her.

“How can you be defending her?!” One of the people had yelled at the Light.

“She's a danger to everyone in the village!”

“The Darkness is going to consume us all if we keep her around!”

Despite all the yelling, the Light did not yell back. Senua covered her ears more, trying to drown out what they were saying. She had heard it so many times in her life, but it didn't stop the pain that it smacked her with no matter how much time had passed from one episode to another. The Light was silent, almost like he had walked away. Senua was silently praying that he didn't leave her with all those people who wanted her dead. Just when she was losing all hope and was about to open her mouth to ask that they just kill her, she heard that voice.

“Can you stand?” It was the Light. It had spoken to her. Although it was muffled from her covering her ears to drown out the other villagers. Senua uncovered her ears and turned her head. What she saw surprised her even more. A large, calloused hand was reaching out for her. Unconsciously, Senua flinched away. Hands had brought nothing more than pain since her mother died, escaping the Darkness. Her action didn't seem to insult the Light in any way. He just waited patiently for an answer.

“I...” Senua began and looked from his hand and up to his face for the first time. A strong jawline framed a small concerned smile, his brows were furrowed in worry. His eyes... she could get lost in those eyes. Deep brown eyes that seemed like they held every answer to every question that she could ever come up with. She raised her hand, hesitant to take his.

This is a joke. He doesn't want your filthy hand.

No, I'm sure he does.

He seems nice enough.

Do you really believe that?

What? You don't?

How can we?

Senua, you don't believe in him, do you?

Yes she does!

Only if she's stupid.

Senua isn't stupid.

Think what you will.

Senua looked back at the hand again. He didn't rush her to make a decision. He just stood there with his hand held out, the others watching from a distance on what it would do. Hesitating a couple times, but ultimately pushing passed it, she put her bloodied and dirtied hand into his. Gently, almost like a feather, she was pulled to her feet. The Light glared at the others who immediately found something more interesting than them. Her blue eyes chanced a glance at his face again, and she saw him smile when their eyes met. Quickly, she looked away. All too quickly, the Light let go of Senua's hand, but then replaced it on her shoulder.

“You're hurt.”

“It... It's nothing.” Senua tried to reason. This really was nothing compared to what the villagers had done before or what her father had done to try and beat the Darkness out of her.

“Don't be like that. Let me help you take care of those wounds.”

“I... I can do it myself.”

What are you doing?

Senua!

Someone's trying to help you! You think that's going to happen again?

Stop that. Senua will be fine.

Trying to push them out of her mind, she nodded before she could regret it. The Light guided her more towards the back part of the village where the Elder's house was. Why was he taking her there? The whole way, the Light didn't speak. Neither did she, even though she wanted to ask him so many things. Why did he stop them? Why was he helping her? She didn't have anything to give him, so it wasn't like he would get anything out of it. Why were they heading to the Elder's house?

“Come in.” The Light instructed and she ducked her head inside after staring at him for a couple seconds.

The Elder's son!

You may just be right!

Hear that, Senua? Someone important took notice of you!

Senua swallowed the lump in her throat and hobbled inside. The Light instructed her to sit at chair further into the house and disappeared. Every fiber of her being was torn before bolting back to home or looking around the house. Before she could decide, she heard a voice coming from another part of the house.

“Are you home my son?” Senua knew the voice. It was the village elder's voice. The Others were right. The Light was the elder's son. He paused and then he looked at Senua. Something wasn't right about his gaze though, his eyes were clouded and held no light in them. “Who is there?” He was blind.

“I don't know.” The Light had come from the other room with a bowl and a rag in his hands. “Father, you should take a seat.”

“There was a lot of commotion, I wanted to come and see--... well, I wanted to find out what was going on.”

“This girl, Father, some of the villagers were harming her.” “Then you must've saved her.”

“I did.” The Light dipped the rag into the water. All the while Senua was looking between them. She wasn't sure of what to say or if there really was anything that she could say to them.

You should thank him.

Pathetic that you can't even do that right.

Come on Senua, I know you can do it.

“T-Thank you... for saving me.” Senua finally said and looked as the Light broke into a bright smile. He looked even more bright than he had before he smiled. It was blinding and she had to look away from him, hoping that he didn't see the pink blush that dusted her cheeks.

“I'm sorry that I didn't get there sooner.” The Light said and gently cleaned off her wound.

“You don't have to do that, I-”

“Consider it an apology for not getting there sooner.”

“It's alright, Young One.” The Elder said and looked through Senua. “I'm sorry that this happened to you. I will find some way to take care of it.”

Senua, you found friends.

Friends? Senua? Ha!

Senua watched as the Light tentatively and gently cleaned her cuts, making sure not to put too much pressure and had apologized whenever she had flinched or winced. This was the first time other than her mother where people had been kind to her. She wasn't sure what to do or even how to properly act or thank them.

“What is your name, Young One?” The Elder asked.

“Senua.”

“Ah, Zynbel's daughter...” The Light said and his brows furrowed. Was it in anger? Thought? Worry?

Senua, he knows you!

Probably because of how pathetic she is!

It isn't like that!

Can you be so sure? Senua, you aren't anything to them. Don't forget that.

“Yes...”

The Light stopped for a moment and looked up at her locking blue with a deep brown.

“My name is Dillion.”

The Light. He has a name.

A stupid one. He's just being polite Senua, don't get used to it. He'll stop being your friend when he finds out exactly what you are.

Stop!

“And I am Druce, Young One.” The Elder said and Senua dipped her head in respect. Not many of the villagers had seen the Elder, let alone know his name. She had wondered why, now it was apparent.

“It is a honor.” Senua said and Druce chuckled and shook his head.

“It is nothing, Child.”

Senua listened as Druce told her stories of when he was young and when he met his wife, Aigneis. He spoke fondly of her, and Senua could see in his smile and his expressions that he had truly loved the woman and still missed her to this day. Dillion said nothing and smiled, listening to his father bring up his mother. She wanted to know when Aigneis had passed, since she couldn't remember. Her own mother had taken her life when she was five years old to escape the Darkness. Perhaps her mother and Aigneis had been friends at one time, she would like to think so. Aigneis must have passed before or around the same time, since she couldn't remember anything about the woman. This was peace. Pure and utter peace. It had been a long time since she had known peace, all those years since her mother died. She had been so enraptured, she didn't notice the time going by.

Senua!

Senua!

Senua!

The sun!

The sun! Look!

Senua had been enjoying Druce and Dillion's company so much. Of course, all good things had to come to an end. The orange-yellow hue of the evening sun filtered into the house through the window. Without warning, she stood up and began retreating.

“Thank you very much for helping me and talking to me, I... I have to leave. It's late.”

Senua hoped that her excuse was good enough and she left, bolting towards her home. She prayed with everything that she was that her father wasn't home. She had caused a scene in the village and if that wasn't enough for a beating as it was, she had been gone so long. By the time she reached her home, her chest was heaving. Her hand had just touched the doorknob when the door swung open and her father stood towering over her, looking more menacing than normal. She didn't have time to open her mouth before his hand gripped around her arm like a vice and she was pulled into the house. Just like normal, screaming came from Senua's home as her father tried to exorcise the Darkness from her, through all the pain he knew how to inflict.