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blood-starved-beast · 1 month

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how would you interpret Maria hugging hunter in her visceral? i always thought of it as some sort of mockery from her

Sort of, but in the way that her whole fight is sort of a "mockery" of the concept of a dashing Heroic romance (In the Shakespearean sense of the term). Let me explain.

First, we have to understand Maria's character design in that she is of the bifauxnen archetype. The bifauxnen is a handsome, gentleman-ly type woman portraying all the traits we associate with a dashing hero: courageous, refined and sometimes aristocratic, and androgynous. She is the counterpart to the bishonen, the contrast to the more coarse Lad-ette. The most famous of this archetype of course is Lady Oscar from Rose of Versailles. She is essentially a Female Prince.

The Lady Maria reflects this design. Out of all the Hunters and Byrgenwerth crew, she is the one dressed to the Nines, wearing dashing Cainhurst fashion to something that is essentially nasty and wet and all the other things (the Hunt). She's wearing jewelry (the Lumenflower brooch) the cravat, the fact she curls her hair, the aristocratic looks and backstory (the fact that she's the Lady Maria, a Knight of Cainhurst Vileblood royalty), the fact that she was the one taking care of the Research patients and they worship her, etc. Her outfit fits along the lines of the Lady Oscars, Alucards, and so forth. The fact that she is the only one to realize the atrocity of her actions, to regret her actions and reject her calling as a Hunter, is so fucking introspective at the cost of noticing Gehrman's mania for example reads very much in line of a Romantic hero. She is presenting a Look and this Look says she is meant to come off as rich, handsome, and heroic as she's slaying monsters. At least, those are the visual cues the player is meant to read in that sense. And that is carried over into her actions.

Lady Maria fights the Hunter to "liberate [them] from [their] wild curiosity" - she is taking the role again, of the hero. The villain here, being that need for Insight and she is saving the Hunter from the call of blood. She then engages you a fight, a dance really, set to waltz - again, playing with those romantic hero tropes (assuming you don't parry her to death). The visceral attack therefore, plays into that fantasy. She treats you so gently cause of course you are the Victim enslaved by your thirst for knowledge, she is the romantic hero, mercy killing you with the sweet kiss of death. She steadies you as your now heartless body bleeds out onto the floorboards of the clocktower.

But like everything in Bloodborne, there is a catch you see. Cause the Lady Maria is not a hero in fact; she is a bloody coward.

Yes, Maria is the only member of the Byrgenwerth crew (and amongst the few Hunter in general) to make a dry stop + u-turn from the Hunt and the atrocities associated with that. But unlike someone like Djura, who at least is trying to be productive in his redemption, Maria runs from her mistakes. She casts Rakuyo into the Well and leaves. She joins the Research Hall and contributes to more atrocities there, but hey at least all the patients there love her right?? (😬) And when her brooding (or maybe insanity? who says she was immune to the Beast plague? Or Kos infecting her brain??) was too much for her, she takes her own life instead of you know, working to dismantle the systems - both the Research Hall and the Hunt itself. Her issues and her guilt - that is more important to her than actually helping or saving people. She the Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower, Lord over nothing else but the reminder of her greatest failure. Both in life and in death.

Cause you see, her stopping the Hunter isn't really about saving them from their wild curiosity. The Fishing Hamlet is dead and gone. The effects are echoing throughout all of Yharnam in this day and age. Heck, the Hunter just came in from the Research Hall itself. It is well and truly Known, to prevent future atrocities of that scale, one has to know the events that led to those atrocities in the First Place. Lady Maria isn't helping you, isn't saving you from anything you already knew to begin with. She is, once again, trying to alleviate her own guilt and shame and trying to prevent others of knowing of that shame. So she tries to kill you. But you know, in a Heroic way. Hence why the whole fight is a sham and mockery.

She also hates your guts. I consider this to be tertiary canon at best, but the deleted lines has it so that she calls you insufferable, and baits you to kill her. She Does Not Actually Give a Shit About You. It cannot be more blatant than that. And how couldn't she? You make her recall her greatest shame, force her to break the last of her principles (no Vilebloodbending) so that your ass does not learn of what she's done. You also keep coming back, so you're a constant reminder that no matter what she does, her actions really do mean nothing, not before, and definitely not now.

Also she stares at you like this the whole fight if looks could kill well, you would be dead and not coming back (The way you ought to. Bastard. Stay dead already!! - Lady Maria, probably):

So yeah, she is mocking you with a oh so sweet kiss from the Handsome Hero type as she rips your heart out (breaking it) and kills you very dead. Cause fuck the Hunter specifically.

#lady maria of the astral clocktower #bloodborne #my meta #me shaking Maria: YOU ARE SO STINKY!!! RATTY BASTARD #Also there is something to be said about how she cries out to the Moon Presence like Gehrman does when she's killed #but she never actually Made Contact with Her #Crying out to a God who is Deaf to Her #as she's dragged to Kosm Hell where she belongs!!#so yeah

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fantomette22 · 2 years

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Master post : Bloodborne & fan arts

EN : Here's a compilation of some of my posts about Bloodborne and some of the fan arts I've made about it. I will update this some times to times.

FR : Voici une compilation de mes quelques publications sur Bloodborne et des quelques fan arts que j'en ai fait. Ce post saura mit à jour de temps en temps. (Par contre le reste est tout en anglais, mais si vous voulez une trad de certains posts ça pourrait ce faire. Faudra juste demander ^^).

My youtube channel with Bloodborne boss captures.

The Knight and the Beast of Cainhurst : One of the first BB related drawing/story I imagined. One day I would try to actually write a story about it.

Funny drawing based on the "yes b slay, meme". This is why hunters and tomb prospectors don't wear armors. There's already enough in the old labyrinths x)

Meeting at Cainhurst. A drawing about a part of one of my stories. Importants "firsts" encounters between importants characters...

"WHO SUMMONED ME" meme drawing with the first beckoning of the Moon Presence & the creation of the Hunter's dream.

Hunter's training at Byrgenwerth, from long ago. A funny comic page I've made. Basically, Lau, Gher & Mar are being chaotic with fire for 5 minutes straight.

Martyr Logarius headcanons (+ pthumerians & church servants thoughts).

Paarl headcanons

Archibald & Izzy headcanons

Drawings of my interpretations of Gherman through the years. Some kind of evolution line designs of our dear first hunter. How I imagined his appearance evolution within the game lore.

Laurence is SMALL

Hidden/secret connection between the Rakuyo & the Blade of mercy.

Long post about Laurence the first Vicar : tons of headcanons + a tons designs of how I imagined him through the years. ( At least 1 interpretation).

Revisiting Cainhurst & asks : 1, 2, 3

Some stuff I need to talk about one day. And I forgot a lot of things too.

Thoughts on the Plain Doll : My hypothesis about the original purpose of the doll (mourning doll) + a lot of ideas

The Knight and the Beast of Cainhurst part 2 : Following the precedent drawing I did the sequel ! It actually happened a lot of time after the first part, in the story.

The Knight and the Beast of Cainhurst fanfiction : My first ever fanfic ! Based on some Bloodborne drawings i’ve made. It’s really similar to a fairytale. Still son’t know how i managed to actually write it down but i’m quite happy with the result.

ALL the Caryll runes and what they do

Characters design of the Byrgenwerth staff & students ! : One of my interpretation of the past apparence of some beloved Bloodborne characters! Part 1 with only the staff & part 2 with only the stufents

Funny drawing of the Byrgenwerth staff + students running away after a bar fight.

Little one shot+ drawings : Always in the Bloodborne headcanons/fics ideas here’s my last writing and drawing with about hunting lesson + a bit of plot (training/ preview if i wrote my fic)

Post about the meaning/significations of all the Bloodborne characters names

little drawings about the beast possessed soul & the chalice dungeon!

Drawing about the Crows !

Drawing with Dores & snake !

My big fic project retracing the lore and history of Bloodborne : Yharnam’s communion (in english & french)

Part 1 : A scholar’s dream : focus on Byrgenwerth, the chalice dungeons, the discovery of the old blood & how the first hunters and the Healing Church came to be ! (Bonus Caryll runes & other shenanigans)

Drawing with the guardians of the hunter’s dream !

Some Cainhurst portraits headcanons

Caryll headcanons

Lucen Venator (the hunter) headcanons

Rom headcanons

Gehrman backstory headcanon

Headcanons about the old hunters squad pets

Drawing / headcanon about the framed photograph in the Astral Clocktower

Oneshot about the small hair ornament

1 year since I played Bloodborne drawing : The old hunters !

Bloodborne 8th anniversary drawing and asks list !

A concerning discovery of children remains in Bloodborne

Some ideas and design about Maria at the Research hall

Small observations about the brain fluid & parasites in Bloodborne

Disturbing discovery about the fishing Hamlet : theory

10 pages bloodborne fancomic about Gehrman’s past and the sad reality to be accused of becoming a beast in Yharnam.

A few Laurence thoughts and headcanons : X - X - X - X

A few sweets gehrmaria headcanons

Headcanons of my version of the King Consort of Cainhurst !

A few ideas on Logarius

A few Caryll & Rom drawings

2 drawings about the death of Lady Maria ;-; : Fallen Leaves and this other one (blood warning)

Inktober 2023 master post.

Dogs of Bloodborne

You can find my drawings at #my art or #fantomette22art

(A lil Lucen drawing made by my friend @oddsonly)

#my art #fantomette22art #my posts #bloodborne headcanon #bloodborne headcanons #if you have questions too don't hesitate !#for now it's just that game but maybe I will put some kh later. I need to repost all mystuff #don't hesitate to go get a look at my stupid little imagination #bloodborne #bloodborne fanfiction #my memes #bloodborne thoughts #bloodborne theory

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fem-blade-adept · 9 months

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Wanted to do a full write up of Petra Naverrian. There is a lot of things stories can’t always explain fully that I really wanna talk about with her and the only way I can is through a full breakdown. So I hope you enjoy. She is my pride and joy. @ebevkisk

PETRA NAVERRIAN

Basic Info(Aasimar Form):

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 150 lbs.

Hair: Bright Red

Eyes: Heterochromic Lavender and Red

Skin Color: Pale White with dapples of freckles across her body

Gender: Transfeminine Non-binary Girl

Pronouns: She/They

Sexual Orientation: Prefers not to label herself, but leans towards bisexual and polyamorous

Basic Info(Nephalem form):

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 160 lbs.

Hair: Bright Red

Eyes: None

Skin Color: Onyx rock with Pink, glowing etchings in the stone and wings of blood and shadow

Gender: Your worst fucking nightmare

Pronouns: You/Will/Suffer (She/They still)

Sexual Orientation: If you see this form, the last thing you should be worrying about is who she’s dating.

Abilities:

Weapon Choice: Song of the Myriad-A weapon built for a true Jack of all trades that can shift into any weapon. The possibilities are endless, but Petra prefers a few different forms. Her main favorite is a Rapier with a dagger embedded in the hilt (think Rakuyo from Bloodborne) that she is an expert with. She also tends to use a chained kunai, katana, twinblade, bo staff, and warhammer quite often.

Magical Capabilities: She is a fully realized blood wizard and blood cleric, so any feasible spell that exists in the world is at her disposal. She is very control oriented and a lot of her spells are used to put opponents at a disadvantage or help her teammates, but she can exercise deadly force if she needs to.

Nephalem Domain and Abilities: Blood and Shadow. Can also access some of these abilities as an aasimar. Her Nephalem form emits a wave of Divine Terror, that only other gods (and allies) are immune to. She also has absolute control of blood , visible or other wise, and can shift through and between dark shadows like a wraith. Can exsanguinate mortal beings with a flick of her hand.

Interests:

Personality: She has two sides to her personality. One is the everyday Petra that most people see. She’s an introvert and an ADHD wreck, but she’s kind and loving and gets really clingy when she wants attention. Her other side is the one enemies see. Cold, merciless, demonic. Very no nonsense when she is in business and her focus cannot break

Hobbies: Book collector, singer, works part time at a XXX club in Icoriin as a performer, magical innovator, and a truly fierce plushie collector, mostly of dangerous creatures.

Pet Peeves: Ego. Would NEVER miss an opportunity to cut someone down a peg or several. She also has a profound distaste for necromancy, but she’s working on that.

Secrets: She has a big one. Even @ebevkisk doesn’t know this one ;)

Food and Drink: She loves cherry wine and anything with meat or sugar in it. The way to her heart is chicken pasta with white sauce.

Her Strengths (According to her): She knows her butt as well as her “equipment” are extremely gifted (yes, she kept it). She also know herself to be a very adaptable and perceptive fighter while still being ferocious. She also knows how good of a listener she can be and is well aware that she has a calming effect on the people around her.

Her Weaknesses (according to me): She’s reckless more often than she thinks she is and her emotions drive more of her actions than logic does. Also, she is incredibly stubborn to a fault. She also struggles with the weight of the world, which isn’t her fault, but she takes losses incredibly hard and feels like she’s failed those closest to her if she isn’t perfect. Also, the necromancy thing.

Kinks (I’m not apologizing): Massive praise kink as well as an exhibitionist kink. She’s also VERY much a brat. She says she’s a top (she’s lying), but she likes commanding positive attention and, despite her fantastic sexual stamina, she will crumble under the effects of a sweet talker SO easily. She also likes spankings, but will never tell anyone that.

Insecurities: She often worries about her freckles in public spaces and affectionate company. She has a LOT of them and often feels like they make her unattractive (they don’t). She also gets nervous that she’s too much for most people and that her special interests ramblings go on for way too long. She worries a lot about whether she’s doing enough and her success rate.

#petra naverrian

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crazyclouds5281 · 3 years

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Unnamed Bloodborne Fic

Basically NG+, except the Hoonter is super confused.

This… Transformation, was not what he had expected. He’d been hoping for the Dream to end, to see the sun rise upon the gothic city of Yharnam. Instead, he became the very thing he swore to destroy.

“Are you cold?”

The Plain Doll approached, picking up his odd, worm-like body. She held him gently in her grasp, cradling him like a child- which, he supposed, he now was. An infant Great One, he knew instinctively. The arcane power of the Cosmos lay just beneath his skin. Out of reach, for the moment, but its very existence was telling. The consumption of the umbilical cords, grotesque as it was, had irrevocably changed him. For better or worse, only time would tell.

“Oh, Good Hunter,” the Doll crooned, her soft voice calming to the newborn Great One. Some rest would not be amiss, he decided. The fight with the Moon Presence had taken the last of his energy. Releasing his tenuous hold on consciousness, the Good Hunter drifted off to sleep, the hummed lullaby of the Plain Doll soothing something deep within his soul.

It’s been a long night.

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He awoke to the ramblings of a wheelchair-bound man, who wore a large-brimmed hat that covered the top half of his face, while a greasy beard covered the bottom half.

“Oh, yes… Paleblood. Well, you’ve come to the right place. Yharnam is the home of blood ministration. You need only unravel its mystery. But… Where’s an outsider like you to begin? Easy; with a bit of Yharnam blood of your own.” The man tilted his head up, allowing a view of his eyes. Except, there were no eyes under the hat- merely a mass of scarred flesh. It would have been repulsive, if he wasn’t used to much more grisly sights. It triggered something, though. A sense of deja-vu, as if he’d seen this before…

“But first, you’ll need a contract.”

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“Good. All signed and sealed.”

Awareness came back slowly. He didn’t remember falling asleep once more. Had he blacked out? He couldn’t remember signing anything, so what was this man talking about?

“Now, let’s begin the transfusion. Oh, don’t you worry. Whatever happens, you may think it all merely a bad dream.” The elderly man began laughing, and his vision blurred. Darkness took over.

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He woke slowly, groggily. His head was spinning, and he allowed it to flop to the left. It was dark, but even with the lack of light, he could see the crimson pooling on the floor, a puddle of blood that was gradually growing. The wolf-like visage of a Scourge Beast stared at him, eyes glowing in the blackness as it emerged from the ichor. It took two steps forward, gnarled feet splashing loudly, and slowly reaching over with a clawed hand. Then, moments before its serrated digit could tear out his throat, it was suddenly set on fire.

Flailing wildly, the Scourge Beast roared in agony, before falling to the ground, dead. Its corpse disappeared right before his eyes- whether it turned to ash, or returned to whatever hellish pit it came from, he did not know. His attention was stolen by the tiny, deformed, humanoid creatures that pulled themselves over the side of his gurney. First one, on the left, and a second on the right, then a third at his feet. They crawled along his body, pulling themselves toward his head, which was once more getting foggy. He allowed his head to fall back, gaze on the ceiling, and found more of the little creatures hovering over his face. What were the Messengers doing here? His eyelids slid shut, and moments before he once more surrendered to unconsciousness, he heard a voice. A very familiar voice, which sent a thrill of serenity through his perplexed mind.

“Ahh, you’ve found yourself a Hunter.”

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He woke again. This time, there was nothing waiting for him; no demented man in a wheelchair, no Beasts, no Messengers. Just a dark room, one he remembered quite well. After all, it was the very place where the Nightmare began.

Iosefka’s Clinic.

What was he doing here, though? He should have been in the Dream, under the care of the Plain Doll as he grew into his eldritch powers as a Great One. Unless… Did the Hunter’s Dream collapse? It wouldn’t be very surprising, considering he killed both the caretaker and the progenitor of the little subspace.

He forced himself into a sitting position, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. He took a moment to just breathe, as blood rushed to his head, making him dizzy for a moment. He pushed on, standing up and swaying on his feet for a moment, then walked over to one of the two doors. He attempted to push it open, but it would not budge. Odd. He thought he’d opened all the doors in the Clinic.

Ignoring the oddity, he walked over to the other door, which was easily pushed open. A quick trip down the flight of stairs, and he was in a fairly empty room. A slam changed his course, and he went back the way he came, only to find that the door he came through was now locked. He grabbed the handles, rattling the hinges, but to no avail. Then, a voice on the other side of the barrier began to speak.

“Are you… Out on the Hunt?” She sounded familiar. “Then, I’m very sorry, but… I cannot open this door.” The feeling of deja-vu was getting stronger. “I am Iosefka.” His eyes widened, and he ignored the rest of her words. This was not possible.

Iosefka was dead.

An impostor? No, that didn’t sound right. Besides, what were the odds of there being another? He’d already killed the first poser, who’d been responsible for the death of the actual Iosefka. So, who was this woman that claimed to be the nurse?

“This is all I can offer you.” A vial was slipped through a hole in the glass. It carried a yellow-tinged liquid, and he knew instantly what it was; one of Iosefka’s refined blood vials. He gingerly took the glass in his gloved hand. This was all the proof he needed, that this was the real Iosefka. The impostor had never been able to reproduce the quality of blood required. Hadn’t even bothered, since she was too busy turning patients into monstrosities. And yet, if this was truly Iosefka…

How?

As far as he knew, she was not a Hunter of the Dream. Death was the end for the nurse, not another torturous beginning. Beyond confused, he stumbled back down the stairs, and then down another flight, staring at the yellow liquid the entire time.

How?

It was only the reflexes beaten into him by dozens of lifetimes in the Hunt that allowed him to avoid getting his head torn off. Instinct forced him to throw himself backwards, narrowly dodging the razor-sharp claws of a Scourge Beast. With a deft hand, he pocketed the vial, then grabbed the Rakuyo strapped to his hip. With a violent heave, he ripped the blade from its sheath, decapitating the lunging Beast in one swift move, before sliding it back in its scabbard. He released the breath he was holding, relaxing his muscles. The exchange hadn’t taken more than a few seconds, but the concentration required was immense. Every time he used this weapon, he was reminded how his victory over Lady Maria definitely had nothing to do with skill. Luck had carried him surprisingly far, its usefulness only surpassed by his refusal to stay dead (or inability, but he tried not to dwell on that too much, for the sake of his waning sanity).

With a sigh, he exited the bloody room, walked up a flight of stairs, and stepped out into the Clinic’s courtyard. A quick glance confirmed that the gate to the graveyard was locked, despite the trouble he’d gone through to open it. Almost as if something had reset all his progress…

It was a thought for another time, when he was back in the Dream.

Pushing open the larger gate, he walked out onto the cobbled streets of Yharnam. Up a slight incline, he turned left, quickly sidestepping the addled Huntsman hiding behind a carriage, who slammed an axe into the stone at his feet. His Rakuyo flashed, and the man’s hat slid off his head, revealing the inside of his skull. Flicking the blood off his blade, he sheathed it, then hurried over to a lever. Pulling it, a metal ladder dropped down, and he quickly ascended. There, in front of him, was his goal: a lamp. Clicking his fingers, the lamp ignited with an eerie glow, and Messengers sprouted from the ground, waving their hands lethargically. He paid them no mind, instead kneeling and focusing on the Hunter’s Mark, engraved within his mind. Mist encroached upon his vision, and he entered the Dreamlands.

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A blink. That was all the time it took for him to cross between dimensions, and he was now standing in the place he viewed as a home. Or as a safe place to rest, at the very least. The house was no longer up in flames, and the mist was not oppressively heavy, weighing down on his very soul. The Plain Doll sat upon her perch, head bobbing up and down as she dozed. Seeing the subtle movement calmed some of his inner turmoil. He wasn’t sure he would be able to handle it if she, the one who supported him through the entirety of his hellish journey, was no longer around. Perhaps it was a bit strange to be so attached to a mere doll, but he could feel it, deep within his veins; she was much more than a construct of wood. More than what Gehrman made her.

Speaking of which...

He stalked up the steps, steeling himself. However, even his incredible strength of will, forged through countless experiences with the unholy Great Ones, could not stop the shock that jolted through him. Sitting there in his wheelchair, looking as nonchalant as ever, was the First Hunter.

“Ah-hah… You must be the new Hunter. Welcome, to the Hunter’s Dream. Or should I say, welcome back?”

#bloodborne #bloodborne fanfic

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foxingpeculiar · 3 years

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Bloodborne Diary:

The thing I actually most dislike about Bloodborne's combat is the healing system. You get fewer Estus than you do Blood Vials, yes, but Estus recharges every time, whereas Blood Vials are a consumable. Which means, if you're facing a tough fight and dying a lot (or even sometimes just in normal progression), you can run out and then have to go waste a bunch of time grinding/farming out some more.

In case it was not clear from that observation, I made it to the Orphan of Kos.

The Fishing Hamlet sucked, but less than I was anticipating frankly, at least as long as I was above ground. There were a couple sections before and after the Lighthouse lantern that were just goddamn gank city, but I made it (cursing, appropriately, like a sailor all the while).

But the underground part of the village sucked a lot more. That... erm... actually I don't know WTF it is, but that thing that hurls purple skulls at you in the tunnel killed me like 5 times. The Shell Maidens are gross. And oh, just for fucking fun, there's two Winter Lanterns down there, just havin' a great time casting Frenzy on everything and sucking the life out of your face. But I got the Blood Rock in there and maxed out the Chikage (will probably use the one in Mergo's loft on the Saw Cleaver and I might use the Insight Fountain to get a third for the Blade of Mercy).

I did eventually get the Rakuyo, but--after dying like 25 times in that stupid well (and trying the Shaman Bone Blade trick, but not being able to pull it off effectively and then running out)--I did it the cheap way. Which basically involved using the Monocular and a knife to aggro the shark from the ledge just past the boss elevator, then stepping back, letting his attacks clip through the cliff in front of me and retaliating with a charged R2 hit from the Boom Hammer (god damn, that weapon's fun). It took a while, and I definitely took a few hits in the process, but I managed to kill both of them that way. I also got the key from Simon and went back and got the Bloodletter from that dude in the Corpse Pile, so once I take down the last boss and get the Kos Parasite, I'll get the weapons trophy and 100% the DLC.

But... that might be a minute. Even in phase one, this skinny little abomination is pretty relentless--all his attacks have surprising range and he's never heard of a healing window in his admittedly very short life. I'm starting to get a feel for it; I haven't quite gotten him to phase 2 yet, but I've gotten pretty close. It's not like the Lawrence fight where I just have no idea what to do--it's just a matter of being able to do it smoothly enough, without fucking up, overcorrecting, getting greedy, etc. But that's going to take some practice.

And some grinding for goddamn blood vials. Which I will do tomorrow.

#video games #Bloodborne

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