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i love my friend Looking Glass Knight and i care about him a lot but our relationship really hasnt been the same ever since his lightning got quieter. its like he turned into a different person... i miss my old friend
i used to walk into the drangleic castle courtyard and instantly be greeted by deafening thunderstrikes, a warm reminder that im always welcome to invade there. but nowadays i can barely hear a spark...
its just not the same.
there's something to lenigrast saying "don't spend your whole life in transit". to me it's almost analagous to andre saying "don't you dare go hollow" and i think it ties in to each game's portrayal of "hollowing" and how they differ. in dark souls 1 hollowing is easily (and commonly) read as a metaphor for succumbing to suicidal depression, whereas in dark souls 2 i believe a much more fitting read is hollowing as a metaphor for an inevitable death. to me this is what makes these statements powerful in their respective contexts; andre urges you not to give up on living and lenigrast urges you not to give up on forming connections with other people, even in the face of inevitable loss.
its my job as the shrine maiden to get drunk, tend to the fire, talk in a soothing hypnotic voice, and fuck each of the warrior girls up the ass, sometimes i also help them do level up, but usually they want the other thing (rolls my eyes)
no, it does not.
yeah ok [splits you into several smaller girls representing different aspects of yourself]
It's a funny thing, the loneliness. The bearer of the curse is not exactly an introvert, listening to the woes and wiles of a couple dozen people regularly. But she's not exactly surrounded with friends either, is she? Gathering of exiles is such an interesting achievement to get because none of the people you bring to Majula regard each other as friends, but they are sharing company in loneliness. It's such a small thing, the game calling attention to your completion of the band of misfits with an achievement, as well as the dialogue with Saulden where he confides that even if none of them speak to one another, their presence does bring him comfort. It's maddening, being alone. A fellow stranger is welcome in a hostile world, because even if you don't know each other and never will, it's proof life can be carved out here.
Everywhere she goes she meets new friends. Two outside Majula on the road to the shaded woods, one in the woods themselves, another four in the ruins beyond. Three in the forest of giants, three more in the Bastille, two in the tower of flame, and three in the wharf. One in Tseldora. Three in the copse, another two in the valley beyond, and three in the earthen peak. One in the keep. One in each belfry. Two in Pharros. Even two down the darkest hole in the land, the black gulch. Everywhere in this broken land there are riders in the storm, willing to share an uneasy fate with another traveler. There's never a truly barren place, always some hopeful that is clinging to life. Maybe they won't make it, but none of us do. Why not lend an ear to the music that plays at the end of the world?
It's a funny thing, the loneliness. The bearer of the curse is not exactly an introvert, listening to the woes and wiles of a couple dozen people regularly. But she's not exactly surrounded with friends either, is she? Gathering of exiles is such an interesting achievement to get because none of the people you bring to Majula regard each other as friends, but they are sharing company in loneliness. It's such a small thing, the game calling attention to your completion of the band of misfits with an achievement, as well as the dialogue with Saulden where he confides that even if none of them speak to one another, their presence does bring him comfort. It's maddening, being alone. A fellow stranger is welcome in a hostile world, because even if you don't know each other and never will, it's proof life can be carved out here.
my new ds2 character, a broken straight sword run this time. his name is "broken boy." he's just wearing the lost sinner's clothes because they're more comfortable. he didn't even notice the coffin in things betwixt. he doesn't know what you're talking about.
broken boy doesn't know why you're looking at him like that. this is a priest's skirt.
broken boy is just looking at a woman, off in the distance, seeing how far away she is from him. she's so far away.
oh, broken boy didn't hear you come in. he was just trying this costume out as a dare. cuz he lost a bet. and his friend thought it'd be funny. his friend gave this to him, actually.
hey now, broken boy isn't trans. he's a boy. yes, he sometimes has dreams about being a girl, but what boy doesn't from time to time? he knows he'll always be a boy and that he can't change that. he's just in touch with his feminine side. he's just a feminine boy. "that's all i am," he says with an almost undetectable waver in his voice.
broken boy found a woman locked in a cage at the highest point in drangleic castle. he sought to free her. when he did, she cried out and vanished, leaving nothing but her clothes and a ring to remember her by. it would be wrong to cast these aside. he wears them now to honor this imprisoned woman he never got to know. he wanted to talk to her. he wanted to know what it was like to be trapped so far away from everyone. he wanted her to know that she could be free. perhaps now, in her own way, she is.
a smug merchant told broken boy about a new set of armor he had for sale. this mystical clothing was supposedly reminiscent of the rare moon butterfly. of course this got his attention. why wouldn't it? he always dreamed of flying. he bought it without hesitation and showed it off to his friends. he wasn't prepared for their responses. they all looked at him with disgust, sickened. he doesn't know why these clothes hurt those around him. all he wanted to do was fly.
broken boy had done it. he had defeated the throne watcher and defender, nashandra, and finally aldia. he was ready to take the throne and lead drangleic. but something was bothering him.
he recalled the discussions he had with aldia. discussions about the nature of life and death, light and dark. the curse at the center of life in this realm. was this it? was he doomed to repeat this cycle endlessly? was he always going to be like this? were there no other options?
perhaps there were. perhaps broken boy didn't need to be stuck any longer. perhaps he wasn't beholden to the roles imposed upon him by the world he found himself in. maybe, if he just took charge, he could free himself.
broken boy stood before the statue, fragrant branch in hand, ready to start the process he had long since put out of his mind. behind the petrified blockade were basilisks who threatened to turn him to stone as well, but his journey had strengthened him and he defeated them with ease.
broken boy stood on the overlook and saw the ogre- no, ogres- that guarded the coffin he sought. a formidable fight left him weakened but as determined as ever to finally take control of his life, his body.
his only remaining foe was this foul spirit that had been chasing him around all of drangleic, haunting him, showing up in the least opportune places. at this point it was no real threat, merely a nuisance, one final obstacle to overcome. but broken boy was used to overcoming adversity. in some ways he had been doing it his whole life. the clothes which previously sickened his friends have now sickened his enemies. he embraced it. it was a new strength.
all that, and now this. standing at the precipice of this choice had long seemed like a dream, something to want but never have. it was, in some ways, a simple task. just lay down in the coffin and let it happen. it's just like going to bed. to sleep. perchance, to dream. and when you wake up, your dream will stay with you. you will carry it with you, realized, tangible. he wanted this. so why was he still scared? what if he regretted it? what if he had deluded himself? what if it wasn't possible? but he knew it was possible, he knew he wanted it, he knew it would never happen unless he made it happen. so he did. he stepped into the coffin, layed down, and let the lid close over him. it would all be over soon. broken boy was dying and someone else was being born.
and that was it. it was over. the new life could begin. these clothes fit differently now, contouring new curves previously unknown to be possible. this hair was softer and flowed more freely. this body felt more real than the last one. it all felt more real- ...no, not more real. it felt actually real for the first time in her life. it was indescribable. she was free.
oh! look, she's turning to us now. she looks like she has something to say.
hiiiiii :3 i'm new to tumblr but i'm really excited to make some friends! my name's sásta, she/her, 25 years old. i like learning about all sorts of things and taking on new challenges for myself. my dms are always open if you wanna just chat! :3
what do you say, tumblr? do you want to be her friend?
Twitter has had a days long discussion about things they like about dark souls 2 stemming from this post so here's some highlights
One of the weirdest changes from SOTFS is Lucatiel hiding in fuck off nowhere behind a poison pit hallway in earthen peak when she used to be right next to the bonfire. I always fucking forget to visit her there because I never need anything else in that area. I always remember to visit her in black gulch even though she's super out of the way there bc that level is so small that it's just kinda ingrained that There Is A Drop Here With Stuff in a way that the earthen peak room isn't.
Deciding Manus is (was?) a plural trans girl bc he shattered into four women who all named themselves like MTG cards
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