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“The old labyrinth was carved out by the Pthumerians, superhuman beings that are said to have unlocked the wisdom of the eldritch Truth.”
by YUANYUE CHANG
Everyone’s beloved Ebri <3
“This hexagonal iron cage suggests Mensis’ strange ways. The cage is a device that restrains the will of the self, allowing one to see the profane world for what it is.“
*better quality*
H.P. Lovecraft: It was indescribable–are you ready to hear how indescribable it was?
Me: No actually, I would rather not.
Lovecraft, holding twelve pages of non-description: That was the wrong answer.
When the intricate, rippled engraving that spans the Chikage’s blade is imbued with blood, the sword sings in scarlet hues.
I was thinking of that interview where Miyazaki said he asked the artists to design weapons to feel like something you could entrust your life to on the battlefield, something that prayed for your victory.
Though I don’t think the chikage particularly cares if you win or die, it just wants blood. Yours does just fine.
Pattern texture by @hongvanngh from here
Also, happy Sekiro release everyone! Enjoy this darling katana until I get the chance to play and hopefully make art for it *~*
Imagine being the good hunter, getting to byrgenwerth, and then having a brainsucker run up and instead of going for ur head its just like
“LOOK AT MY SICK EBRIETAS TATTOO”
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bloodborne scenery ↳ grand cathedral
“Mergo’s Wet Nurse”
I love bloodborne :)
pros to max insight: Brag about being eyeballs or something, remix of all songs in game ft babie,
con: winter lanterns flex so much harder
gehrman: pls accept your death and be freed from the dream
the good hunter : fuck You I want to be . A Squid.
Is that you, Lady Maria? No, you’re someone else. Please, could you do something for me? I need Brain Fluid. Murky, mushy Brain Fluid…
“For in dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.”
004
The place is a fucking pigsty. In my wrath, I’ve kicked over a stack of books, which I now deeply regret, as I fear I may have damaged one’s spine beyond simple repairs. But my rage feels objectively justified. My domicile was not the only one tossed-- belongings upended and strewn about like so much refuse, specimens ransacked and exposed to contaminants-- in the wake of my thievery for the chalice, but undoubtedly my collections have been the most affected. And my apartment stood, I would wager, the most to lose in the realm of contraband. Tools, samples, ritual materials, forged keys; I have amassed quite an amalgamation of objects with which the School would take offence to my owning against its permission. The invasions have been classified a series of serial break-ins, but I know the truth: The Choir seeks their purloined chalice. And already, they have narrowed down a list of suspects to a student of Mensis, judging by the profile of the other victims. In their hubris, however none thought to thoroughly examine my floorboards. My bed was displaced, knocked longways into a bookcase, the floor underneath riddled with stains of chalk and incense ash, but I’ve taken care to scrub the area with bleach even after my most mundane examinations of ritual materials. Only underneath the ancient beams are where such things are stored. Perhaps with this trespass, my name will be stricken from the record as the possible perpetrator. One can only hope. Discovering Florence, unharmed, in the wreckage has soothed my fury somewhat, at least.