#clocktower patient

[katyspersonal]

KATY!!!!

You muppet

Gimme your top 5 non-boss Bloodborne enemies 🔪🔪

Hahaha! This is a hard question, because, like... Do I judge the design? The concept? The (presumed) pleasure of fighting them? xD Or, maybe, how good they are from raw gameplay standpoint, without any of our Tumblr sentimental values added? ...so, in the end, I decided to judge on raw personal enjoyment. Here goes!

Five - Edgar, Choir Intelligencer!

Yeah, yeah, NPCs are a weird grey area since they're no regular enemies, blablabla. But, first, I wanted to include at least one Hunter NPC. Two - if I am choosing, it is DEFINITELY Edgar. I enjoyed fighting him on that moonlit bridge..... But, more importantly, I enjoy what this character entails. A player that was only yet to be educated would, soon enough, learn that Micolash has a friend. And then, some time later, the fandom would learn from official materials the character's name and get confirmation for his affiliation with the Choir! I just think that he is THE coolest NPC. Whereas others (looking at the no-dialogue ones in this) would be self-explanatory, with Edgar, there is a mystery that only people with imagination could solve! What else you could've asked for!

Also, I am totally weak for the fact that he does the 'Joy' gesture when he kills us. Way to kill the potential drama of "sparing us from the worse fate" and confirm that you are a simp insane, you lil shit! :pensive: Yet, despite saying less, it is saying more..... Anyways, onto the REAL enemies!

Four - Old Hunter enemy!

They are fuckin' SOMETHING ELSE in terms of aesthetic and behaviour, you know? The bastards have far too much of a healthbar, I will admit, but it is more about the lore... And the vibe. When they are attacking in unhinged, terrifying rage - the beasts (Beast Patient type) cover in fear, that leaves the whole "who is the REAL beast here?" message! They have various weapons and fighting styles. And they have yellow or red eyes variants, that helped me to resolve the mystery of what is under Chester's mask, since he is heavily implied to be from Yharnam and teleported by an Amygdala!

Three - Fishman Mage!

LOVE these guys! ...yes, despite the fact that they keep spamming me with DARN bolt spells and DARN purple homing skulls. But... At the same time, this is so BADASS. I can only speculate and bounce off ideas on why their magic has "wrong" colors; with this type of skulls normally being red and the bolt in Bloodborne normally being blue. But, I love the aesthetic and the cool magic nonetheless. Not to mention the Mystery TM of what is up with their "elongated" heads.

I thought of something akin Lumenweed but more coral-like instead of plant-like, since they seem to pray for other Great Ones to avenge Kos that they "failed" to protect (and since one of Fishmen variants has something similar anyways), but we just don't know! Could be a polyp, could be a fin, could be a Cool Hat...

Two - Clocktower Patient!

The amount of lore per pixel kills me! They have interesting VARIANTS - the regular, the naked, the completely tied-up one, the just-head one, the one behaving like a beast, the fuckin headless walking bodies... The HUGE one, that I fucking bet would be Pthumerians pushed into experiments too, all that.

And, although sometimes they can be frustrating to fight, ESPECIALLY when they come in a crowd, I just love how... "informative" they are? I have not learned more from any other enemy than from these people. They demand a keen eye to decipher no matter what. Like how it is easy to miss that their heads are covered so we can't know what is UNDER the fabric, or the tentacles... But yes, at the same time, the designs and the variations alone are pretty interesting AND scary!

One - Loran Cleric!

Fuckin'. BEST. Display of the fact that what Yharnam is going through already plagued Loran once. Fuckin' AWESOME design. Fuckin' EXTREMELY on-the-nose way to show the "history repeats itself" sentiment. They have ROBES, and they have horns. And they have PYROMANCY... Like other Pthumerians, some Vilebloods (Maria) and, interestingly, Laurence in his beast form, have.

I always found it hard to kill them, because I just could not have enough of their moveset and appearances. They are the enemies I tried to NOT kill for as long as I could afford. Their pyromancy staff gave me idea that Laurence would be using one as soon as he'd get his hands on it, probably in Byrgenwerth + early Church era. I also remember having killed one and spending good 20 minutes just taking pictures, including their cool twisted smiles! I also think that Blood-Possessed Soul is their final transformation form!

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Honorable mention: Church Servants. Of course.

Thank you for the 'some things can only harm you if you are smart enough to PERCEIVE them' delivery, guys.

Thank you for the ask! It was insightful for me too! x)

[blood-starved-beast]

Something occurred to me about how the Research Patients hero-worshipping Lady Maria and just. Do you think she went around the place offering solace to the patients (when they could still see her) in her Hunter's garb ala those actors who dress up like their characters to visit sick patients in hospitals irl?

Cause out of the all the Hunters, Maria's fit is among the most fancy and she is really selling the "Girl Prince"/"Knight in Shining Armor" aesthetic with it so I can see her being really popular amongst the townspeople back in the heyday of the Hunters. So even after quitting the Hunt her Look probably inspired a lot of comfort for the patients who feel like they're drowning.

[fantomette22]

A true nightmare among the faded flowers

[mira-blue]

i miss her (lady maria of the astral clocktower)

[divebynihgt-blog]

[ma1dmer]

Bloodborne - Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower NSFW

i am blushing just thinking of her

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): not the best at it, but she keeps close to you like a guard dog, she'll let you hold her hand as she sits next to you on the bed, she'll urge you to fall asleep softly, but that's as far as she is capable without you asking for something specifically

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): your skin, she trails her hands up and down your body as she slowly strips you, firstly with gloved hesitant fingers, and then quickly removes them before grabbing you fully, she enjoys the colour of it, the feel of it, the smell of it, the way it bruises so easily under her hold, she also loves marking you up

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): she loves making a mess of you, uses her fingers and then has you lick them clean obediently, gently dragging them across your tongue

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): your scent is like a drug to her, she'll hold onto your underwear to smell, such a lowly and depraved thing for a woman as imposing as herself, but she cannot help the feral and hungry urge that grabs ahold of her whenever she has anything that has your scent on it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): she has some experience, not a lot, with the hunt and everything going on, it was the furthest thing in her mind, but she is a quick study, observant to every detail, every shudder and gasp and clench of your body

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): you, sat on her lap, thighs invitingly spread over her own, preferably fully naked while she still dons her hunting gear, she'll make you work for it, hands behind your back rubbing yourself against her thighs, bonus points if you can get off like that

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): serious and intense, she gets scary sometimes with the way her gaze darkens ,as if she is ready to devour you whenever she sets her sight on you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): doesn't bother with it, its soft and fair like her hair but there's a lot of it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): she makes you swoon, she gently takes hold of your hand and brings the back of it to her lips as she bows for you and she is such a poet with her words, her treatment is rough but she whispers such flowery prose in your ears that you almost forget how sore you are left after everything is said and done

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): doesn't care to do it by herself, especially if she has you by her side, she'll wait patiently for your next visit, she has nothing but patience and time in her hands after all

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): scent kink, bloodplay, boot worship, clothed sex etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): she has no shame, not any more especially, if she wants you amongst beasts and men she'll have you, you have to be the one to stop her before things get too far, her face buried in your neck her hands climbing up and inside your thighs

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): she doesn't like to play coy, you have to straight up tell her what you want, and if you can't, out of shame or embarrassment, she'll help you

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): she does not share, she will never accept bringing someone else into your love life

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): she wants you on your knees, working for it with just your mouth, hands behind your back, she'll barely even help you remove her pants, you'll have to figure it out by yourself, using your teeth to unlace her, mouthing against the fabric before she finally lets you remove them with a lift of her hips

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): slow and torturous, she is methodical and unrelenting, unmovable when she finds that spot that makes you squirm

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): she refuses to be rushed, if you fall into her clutches be prepared to lose a lot of time, try to rush her and she'll purposefully drag it out

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): depends what you mean by risk, some would say just having sex with her is a risk of its own, but not really she knows what she enjoys so she sticks to that

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): she will have you crying and trembling from exhaustion, sweetly asking you to hold out for her a bit longer, just a bit

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't care for them, doesn't care what you do on your own time, but it's not something that appeals to her, she'll try a few times to use them for you, but immediately forget or purposefully abandon them in favour of touching you with her own hands

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): she is not a tease, quite the opposite actually, she is more likely to overstimulate you, holding you down as you beg for her, not sure if you want her to stop or keep going

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): she is silent, unnervingly so, silent and still like a predator observing her prey ready to pounce, taking in your sounds and your ravaged appearance

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): if she had a grave, she'd definitely be the kind to want to fuck you on it, taking you aside on top of the cold stone, feeling your warmth leave your body as she slowly strips you from your layers, watching you shiver trapped beneath her

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): she is a tad obsessive, maybe thats a byproduct of the beast blood inside her, she does a good enough job from hiding that part of herself from you, but its there in the way she gazes at you whenever you come visit her

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): doesn't quite rest, she needs to be sure you are safe before she is comfortable to lay back down with you, the dangers of beasts and the hunt calling to her a constant worry in her head, you need to pull her down to convince her to finally relax

[flusteredmoonn]

better than revenge; regulus black

summary: "now go stand in the corner and think about what you did," in which she is under the impression that he is just like his brother. she's mistaken.

tags: (SFW), angsty, attempted resolution, war angst, mentions of war, mentions of murder, lowkey implied bloodsurpremacist!regulus, use of the word mudblood, fast paced, implied slytherin!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 700+

speak now tracklist. request.

they both lingered arm in arm in the depths of the dungeons corridors. the air moved coldly, as it deflected off of the stone brick walls. the small breeze often had become a means of comfort between the two, a reminder to them both that their rendezvous were real.

the nature of their relationship was not something that should be dangled in front of the taunting reality which was the impending war. publicly, they remained on as each other's opposition. they shouldn't be fraternising, regardless of circumstance.

very quickly, it had become a forbidden love. though it was something they never discussed. not with their friends, or in the seclusion of a diary. not even amongst themselves. neither acknowledged their compromising position, knowing the deadly consequence should they be found out.

the clocktower's bell was struck, ringing throughout the aged castle a number of times, signalling the early hour as they began to ascend the spiral staircase, leading them to the main courtyard.

the girl turned her head, watching as several of the owls departed from the owlery, many carrying the day's edition of the daily prophet. she smiled to herself as she listened to them speak with one another, before their inevitable separation.

a dark feathered owl swooped close to the pair, perching on the stone window sill. fervently, the owl held a newspaper in it's beak, waiting for the sleek boy beside her to take it's offering.

with a sigh, regulus relieved the bird of it's duties, smiling slightly to himself as the bird turned to face y/n, beady eyes blinking as it patiently waited for her to give it a pet of approval. happily obliging, the girl did so, before stepping back and waiting for it to fly off.

the boy looked to the object in his hands, giving it a firm shake as he straightened out the collection of papers.

the moving image flashed, as it became clear that several cameras were desperately trying to capture the minister of magic's speech. she peered over his shoulder as the headline made itself apparent. muggleborn death toll rises, voldemort rises to power. it read in bolded lettering, further detailing specifics in the article below.

the paper had taken to listing the names of the murdered in bulletv points, with the number only increasing by the day it had presented itself as the easiest way to show the information.

"this is ridiculous, he needs to be stopped," she spoke suddenly, causing the black haired boy to peer over his shoulder at her.

"it's not like it's that bad," he emphasised, moving to face her with a shrug, mindlessly refolding the newspaper.

"not that bad? people are being killed, reg!" y/n raised her voice, stepping further away from the boy, who merely looked around because of the octaves her voice had lifted, not in fear of getting caught.

"yeah, but only blood traitors and mudbloods," he justified, unsure why their conversation had breeched politics.

"they're still people, though, and what does it matter? they're magical nonetheless," her voice remained reasonable, scowling at his indifference.

"they don't support him. i have to support him, i have no choice," he spoke surely, itching his forearm as he spoke, a subtle indication. in understanding, the girl nodded, a second conversation occurring with only their body language.

still, the girl disagreed with his words, further stating her point. eventually, the boy reluctantly conceded, coming to an understanding of her point. for her, he chose to drop the subject entirely, deflecting back to their original conversation of the nights sky.

[bogleech]

Entry 17: Clocktower Patients

[morally-grey-girlbosses]

Propaganda under the cut.

Lady Eboshi:

She relentlenssy fights the wolves (including San who is wolfgender) and destroys nature, to maintain the activity of her mine. But she does not do it for greed. She does it to protect sex workers and lepers. To protect marginalized people. She may be an "antagonist" (if they were an antagonist in the movie) but she's not a bad person, just a good person that destroys nature (like so many IRL humans).

Listen. She was good to her village people, especially the women. Took care of leprosy patients when no one else would. Very empowering girlboss. I hate her very much. She wanted to destroy the mountain and the forests for resources and caused great harm to the nature spirits, animals, and animal gods that lived there. Fuck her. Morally gray but I'd fight her to the death. With regret

Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower:

Tortured and experimented on a bunch of innocent people, worked for the Healing Church that was turning everybody into werewolves via blood, may have been involved in killing an eldritch sea god so bad that the god created hell specifically to send her and the other ppl involved to it. When she’s losing her bossfight she stabs herself and sets her blood on fire. A very tall and handsome woman who is very sexy while she kills you many, many times

[blooming-violets]

Shit I forgot to put this in my rb but I wanted to ask what do you think would happen to reader if Peter actually went through with it? I'd like to be a but optimistic and say she surely but slowly recovers from it all but I'm not so sure. How would Aunt May react to that? Becoming a widow then a grieving mother in the span of a few years? Sorry I don't mean to be pushy but like I said I loved the way you beautifully crafted this story from an ask

Trigger Warnings!!!!: it's all about suicide and talking about it and discussing it, it is not something everyone feels comfortable reading or conversing about so please don't continue if it is too upsetting for you, Peter Parker kills himself and I write about it, Gwen's death ptsd is explored and he sees her as a rotting corpse version of herself who talks to him before he dies, the grief of losing someone you love to suicide is also talked about, it's all depressing but if you love depressing angst shit then come on over and join in (not join in on the killing yourself part jfc I mean joining in on the talking about this story) READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION only you know what you are capable of handling when you read. I can't help you any further than explaining the warnings.

Previous posts where this is all discussed:

[first part] [second part] and I rewrite this drabble from two years ago to fit this story but you can read the original here if you feel like it (it ends with less death that this one).

One of my darker, more angsty headcanons is that Peter kills himself by throwing himself off the same clock tower Gwen died in. It takes a few years for it to get rebuilt back to it's former glory. Peter patiently waits those years until it's finally finished. Almost a quiet, stoic sort of patience. A little scary with how composed he is. Like not given any indication of his plans. He wears a beautifully composed mask until the day it happens because he is so sure in his plans and doesn't want a single person to sway him from them. He's stubborn and set in his ways and this is what he feels he needs to do. This headcanon doesn't exactly fit into the story I wrote as that version of Peter is much more unhinged in his actions, and I don't think clocktower Peter could ever let himself get into a relationship because he's too obsessed with Gwen still and knows he's going to die so he's not going to bring anyone else into that mess, but it's just a little random headcanon I always had so I thought I would share since this is suicide talking hour. Maybe I can rework it a bit to fit with this story better.

Let's say unhinged Peter (as I'm calling him now lol) does let the ghosts win. What happens to our Reader character would entirely depend on when in the relationship he went through with it. If she's too far gone and too far down the hole after Peter, then I sort of fear for her future. Unless she has someone really important in her life who would help her, I think she would just keep sinking until she ended up back on that ledge, except this time there's no Peter to catch her. And I personally don't think she has anyone that close to her, especially after mentioning that all her friends stopped texting her or asking her to hang out. They all kind of gave up on her so, when she's at her lowest, I really don't think anyone would be the wiser due to the isolation they both put themselves in.

I want to rewrite something I wrote two years ago that either wasn't that great and people didn't like or it just slipped under the radar (because it wasn't about an x reader or love or anything, it was just Peter's ptsd taking over and sometimes people don't give a shit about a fic if it isn't tagged with x reader). It fits really well in this new story to help show what could go on in Peter's head with how terribly Gwen still sticks with him and what exactly it is he's "seeing" that would push him to throwing himself off a building.

Cut to me pausing to frantically google if Peter Parker could survive a fall off a building or if his super powers make him strong enough to withstand it...

Okay maybe falling isn't the best plan of action but I really like (like isn't the right word but I'm going with it) that idea of him mimicking Gwen's death because he's so haunted by it. He would want to feel what she felt. He would want to go the same way. So for the sake of this story, he's can't withstand that fall.

“Leave me alone!” Peter shouted into the dark shadows of the clock tower. He sat huddled against the newly built glass wall that domed up over his head. The bright, white light of the moon hung in the sky above him and casted wavering shadows around him to mess with his vision. The turning of grinding gears below him haunted his memories of the night Gwen died. Eight years and she still haunted him every time he dared to fall asleep.

He couldn't take it anymore. His head was a mess. His thoughts were spinning.

He was just so tired.

He had fallen asleep here accidentally. Maybe if he went to the source of the problem, she would disappear. It was a stupid plan

It only made her stronger. This was where his ghost of her was most alive.

Maybe that's why he really showed up. He wanted to see her. He wanted to finally confront his demons. She was calling to him and he had to answer.

He had slipped a crushed up sleeping pill into his girlfriends water during dinner. He carried her bed, tucked her in, and kissed her soft and gently. She didn't need to see this. This wasn't for her. She needed to be free of him. He needed to let her go before it was too late. She wouldn't understand at first but, maybe, with time...

What had time ever done for him except make Gwen stronger?

He slipped an envelope onto the bedside table beside her. One for her. One for May. He wasn't sure if he would make it home this time. His mind could still change. He could still make it back before she woke up.

But they were.

Just in case.

He couldn't leave them with nothing.

She was here now. Ready to haunt him like usual. Ready to take over and ruin him. Night after night. Day after day. She was always there. Gwen never left. She walked beside him through it all.

Tonight, she was angry. Furious. This was where he had let her die. Of course, she would be the most powerful here.

He no longer had his girlfriend to help soften Gwen's blows. There was no one to intervene. Only him and Gwen. Stuck in a staring contest. Sizing each other up.

The sunken in face of his dead lover glared back at him from just below his edge of his of his perch, trembling from the sight under him. She was standing on top of a giant gear, watching him, judging him. A large smile grew across her pale, bluing lips. It was too wide. Too big for her face. Her teeth looked rotten and jagged inside of her mouth. A trickle of blood slowly trailed out of her nostril.

“What’s the matter, Peter?” She taunted. Her sickly voice swirled around his head like a swarm of mosquitos. “Did you miss me? Is that why you came here? To see me clearly again? Well, here I am. Look at me. Dead. Putrefied. All for you. Aren't I beautiful? This is what you've done to me.”

A loud sob shuddered through his chest and ripped out his throat. He brought up a hand to wipe away the snot flowing freely out his nose. This nightmare was too familiar. He knew this too well. He didn't feel like he was dreaming this time. He never did.

If it wasn't a dream then his mind was truly gone. Distinguishing between reality and fiction was something he no longer had control over.

This was as real to him as anything.

“Please, Gwen. Please,” he pleaded with her. “Go away. I can’t do this again. Please. You have to let me go."

She tutted her tongue in annoyance and shook her head with disbelief, “Oh, Peter. I have to let you go? Do you think I want to be here?” She became climbing up the gears and the scaffolding towards him. She looked more like himself as she climbed, enhanced and spider-like, taking the movements straight out his brain until she was perching on the ledge beside him. “Do you think this fun for me?”

Peter whimpered in response. His tears were blurring his vision but he was afraid to wipe them away. He was terrified of what might happen if he took his eyes off of her, like watching a snake in the grass, it's better if you can see it in your sights instead of letting it hide and able to strike.

Gwen walked with slow, purposeful steps towards him until she stood directly over him as he cowered backwards on all fours. Under the pale moonlight hanging above them, her skin turned yellow, painted with purpling hues and blacks, and rotting away around her cheekbones to show parts of red, bleeding muscle under the pulled back skin. Her, once vibrant, blonde hair now hung in patchy strands from her head. Most of her hair had fallen out leaving her balding and sickly. When she smiled, browning, broken teeth shone back at him, they hung lose in her jaw, rattling around when she spoke.

She was a walking, decaying corpse sent to haunt him every time he closed his eyes.

“Look at what you’ve done to me!” Her shrill voice echoed off the glass walls. She spun around to show him the back of her head. Her skull was caved in. Parts of brain matter clung to her hair and blood stained what was left of the blonde a deep red. She turned back to face him, leaning in close so she was mere inches away. He could smell the heavy scent of freshly dug dirt and wet grass clinging to her rotting finger nails like she had clawed her way straight out of the ground to find him.

She snarled, “You did this, Peter! This is your fault!”

Peter flinched and scrambled backwards to get away from her, “No! Please, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I didn't know...I didn't know...I thought I could catch you. I thought I could save you. I'm sorry. Please, Gwen. Please. I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t change the fact that I’m dead,” she smirked, eyes darkening, enjoying his torment. She sunk down to her hands and knees to crawl over him, pressing her skeletal body against him, until he was laying flat against the ground with no where else to go.

"Look at me," she whispered into his ear. “I was going to go Oxford. I was going to be a scientist. I was going to change the world. The only way I can change the world now is by letting the worms feast through my flesh until there is nothing left. Something tasty for the bugs. That's all I am now.”

Peter whimpered, turning his head away from her and flinching into himself.

He heard her sniffle like she was about to start crying. He hated hearing her cry.

"Don't you love me anymore, Peter?" She whined. "Don't you care about me? Why did you find someone else? Why did you forget me so quickly? I loved you so much and you left me for the worms. Only they kiss my skin now."

His heart sank and guilt flooded him. Slowly, he turned his head to face her, blinking up at her. For a moment, she looked just like he remembered. Beautiful. Whole. Healthy. Alive.

Peter gave a shuddered, shaky breath, whispering in awe, "Gwen."

She beamed down at him. There were no rotting teeth, no blood, her hair was full and luscious. She was glowing under golden light with happy tears in her eyes like his memory of her on top of the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Kiss me," she whispered against his lips. "Like you used to."

Peter's eyes slipped close. His heart ached.

"I can't," he mumbled back. "I love someone else now. I love her like I loved you. She..."

He needed to get back to her. She needed him. He needed her. He should have never left her tonight. He had to leave.

A wailing growl shot ice through his veins as Gwen let out a shriek of pain as if she had read his mind. She was back to her decaying corpse. The sight terrified him.

"You will not leave me! I won't let you! You're mine, Peter! Mine!"

Peter kicked up his feet to shove her off of him. He scrambled backwards away from the haunting vision.

"I can't, Gwen," he pleaded. "I can't be with you anymore."

He frantically shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, in an attempt to make her disappear. Usually by now, his girlfriend would hear him screaming. She'd be here to block Gwen from his sights. She'd be there to force her away until he was safe.

Tonight, there was no one but him.

"This isn't real," he muttered to himself. "She's not really here. She's dead. She's buried underground. Locked in a coffin. This isn't real. When I open my eyes, she'll be gone."

He peaked an eye open. A sense of relief washed over him. He was alone in the clock tower. There was no one here but him.

He could still go home. He could still make it back to her before she woke up and rid her bed side of those letters.

She would never have to know.

Peter took a deep breath, half way through exhaling it when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Gwen's decomposing face poked into his peripheral vision as she whispered menacingly in his ear, "Boo."

He screamed, jumping away, to the sound of her taunting laughter.

"I'm still here, Peter!" She cackled. "You can't get rid of me that easily! I am always going to be here. I am always going to follow you. I will never let you go." Her voice softened. Almost sweet. Sad. Longing. "Because I'm your path, Peter. I am always going to be your path. Follow me everywhere just like you promised. I want you to follow me. I need you..."

She reached out her hand for him to take. The skin had rotted away around the tips of her fingers leaving nothing by bones reaching for him.

This wasn't his Gwen. His Gwen was dead. She was buried in the ground surrounded by fresh flowers. The thing in front of him was nothing but a product of his own twisted mind. Birthed from his guilt and excruciating pain. A monster of his own creation.

"I can't," he choked out through his tears. "Someone else needs me now. I'm sorry. I love you. I will always love you. But I can't follow you. Not yet."

Anger flashed over her darkened, bloodshot eyes, “No! You promised you’d follow me anywhere. Follow me to the grave, you liar!”

Peter cringed at her harsh words. Tears blurring his vision. He had promised.

"Gwen, please," he begged. "Let me go."

Her face softened. He watched her grow back into old self again. Her rich purple dress. Lace tights. Knee high boots. Pale blue jacket. All highlighting her perfectly beautiful face. Large, bright green eyes without a blonde hair out of place. Always so put together. Always nothing less than perfection.

"You want me to go?" She asked, turning around slowly for her to take him in. There was no crack in the back of her skull. No blood.

His breath caught in his throat. He tried to reach out for her, to draw her closer against him, but she stepped away. Just out of his reach.

"You want me to go so I'll go." She whispered. "But you'll have to watch. Again and again and again. You'll have to listen to the sound of my skull cracking against the pavement. Hear my spine snap as your web jerks me upwards. Smell my blood pouring from my open, split open head." A trickle of red blood started to leak out her nose as her eyes closed. "Only you can make it all stop. Only you can make me go away. You know exactly how to do it, Peter. All you have to do is follow me. Just like you promised. Follow me and it will all end."

He blinked through his tears, taking a slow step towards her.

"Follow you," he muttered in a trance like state. "I'll follow you anywhere you go. You're my path. I'll write my love for you across the Brooklyn Bridge so everyone in New York can see it."

She smiled, soft and sweet, "Follow me. Don't leave me alone. Stay with me, Peter. Forever."

"Forever..."

Her arms out stretched to her sides and she leaned back, stepping off the ledge and sinking out of sight past the giant gears, hurdling straight towards her death.

"No!" He shouted.

Without thinking, without caring, Peter leapt after her. He had done this move so many times in his nightmares. He had obsessively walked through every single second of her death. Again and again just like she said. He knew it better than he knew himself.

He jumped on instinct. He leapt after her like he always did.

Keeping his promise. Following her down any path she took.

I know you asked how May and Reader would respond to such a thing afterwards but that's like one topic that's just a little too hard for me to write about. I know it's weird that I can talk about Peter throwing himself to his death and I can write about depression and suicidal ideation and self harm and ptsd and guilt and feelings of worthlessness but writing about someone like May (who I relate far too much to my own mother) finding her boy dead is just a hair too much for my heart to take haha. I was originally going to write a scene of his funeral but then I was like nah too much for even me. I can't watch May cry over her dead kid.

I will say that he would be buried next to his parents under the same gravestone which sits besides Ben's. It's a few rows down from Gwen so Peter can always be near her.

I don't even think I actually answered your original ask but I got carried away with Peter in the clock tower!

Also May puts matching flowers on both Peter's and Gwen's graves every time she visits. hahahaha i gotta stop writing fuck me

[katyspersonal]

More of the ‘blink and you will miss it’ Bloodborne moments! Still surprised how you can play the game for like 10th time and still notice new details if you think to look at the right thing @_@

My pre established headcanon aside, an idea - what if Brainsuckers are... like this, because their own brains were removed from their skulls? They just desperately look for the new one!!!!!!!!!!

[wittness]

listening to nrb while doing other stuff really is the vibe. i am waiting as patiently as i can for new blood on the clocktower and call of cthulhu episodes. please they are so good and fun and interesting and the whole world needs to listen / watch.

[blood-starved-beast]

Lady Maria literally everyday while working in the Research Hall:

And then she did.

[katyahina]

Hey guys!!

For a while I've been doodling portraits of Bloodborne characters as self-reference - to avoid the sameface, to design unshown characters, to study existing data and whatnot...

I was doodling them as I had the need for them, but recently I realized I've had so many of them piled up that I could share them already! I added some notes and also clarifications (as it is possible to skip some characters depending on the playstyle... or on lacking a PS for that matter....).

It is still not everyone, of course; I am still missing characters like two boss Witches of Hemwick when they were younger, Clocktower patients, the door NPCs (despite having full headcanons for two of them), some cut content names and what not. I hope I'll get to others some other time as I don't like leaving characters out, but I just feel like that's enough for a post!

Again, it is the SELF-reference. Some colors were altered from the data according to how /I/ draw the character (for example the 'greyish red' eyes looking grey or purple on most NPCs that use them, Edgar being more orange-haired than in the data, etc). For the 100% accurate colors, refer to the compilation from this post: ( x )

Bonus:

Special thanks:

Zullie the Witch for dataming all the ingame NPC face data ( x ) ( x )

Sanadsk / Omega Fantasy for adding everything in accessible matter ( x ), and for the corpse models ( x )

Mephistophea who made that wiki ( x ) (their Twitter)

AstralLace for mining Gratia's model specifically ( x ) (it is just a link to their Twitter, I didn't find the Tweet with Gratia but the model they datamined is in fandom wikias. Let me know if you find the exact post though!)

Sinclair Lore (Sophie and Sinclair) for showcasing many models in this video: ( x )

Tokami-Fuko for extracting some models, like Mico's ( x )

Saintmicolash for doing hella research on characters' proper names that was helpful with interpreting several characters ( x ) (this links to my reblog as he no longer has a Tumblr tho. explanation on Gracia (ガラシャ) isn't in the post but he made research on that one too)

@val-of-the-north for lending me two designs and helping with naming several characters

The Cutting Room Floor for finding and archieving cut names ( x )

Val (again), Crow and Fantomette for urging me to draw more of these and post them even though I hesitated

(correct me if made a mistake with the links!)

[northern-passage]

Oh are you a Soulsborne enjoyer? 👀 What type of boss would the cast be? & what would their government mandated epithets be?

oh this is like deep lore stuff.... im just a simple casual.....

i don't really know what you mean by type of boss 😭 but if i had to assign boss fights to them (bloodborne only cus it's what i'm familiar with):

Lea Chen of the Black Iron / Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower

"Only an honest death will cure you now...." Lea's fighting style matches pretty closely to Lady Maria's; they're quick but patient. also i love the hunter vs. hunter aspect of that fight, i think the hunter bosses are the most interesting bosses in Bloodborne. i find it hard to imagine Lea fighting against the hunter... only if it was for their own good, as a last resort.... to "cure" them...

Hunter Lykaon / Martyr Logarius

obviously the use of spells here would go well with Noel's fighting style, and while i don't understand all of the lore around Martyr Logarius, i see Noel's loyalty and stubbornness potentially putting him in a similar position. though Noel isn't really one to keep secrets, xe'd still stand guard for the hunter if they asked.... or stand against them if xe had to. Noel is the one companion that could potentially defeat the hunter. it depends just how far the hunter is willing to go.

Merry, daughter of The Omen / Vicar Amelia

honestly this one was hard, i think her and Lea could both fit under Lady Maria, but it's boring to do the same one twice (and there's not many human enemies in bloodborne so just pretend) same with Martyr Logarius, i'm sure there are lots of ways to interpret Vicar Amelia, but i see something kind of metaphorical there with Merry... instead of the locket she's holding the ring she wears around her neck, and while she doesn't turn into a literal monster, she's quite vicious and she has changed drastically from who she used to be. Merry doesn't always like the person she sees in the mirror. while Vicar Amelia is an early encounter, i actually think Merry would be one of the toughest companions for the hunter to fight. not because she's stronger, but mentally and emotionally i think this fight would be the hardest for them, besides Lea... Merry would lose but she'd make sure the hunter would never forget it.

Clementine the Jackal / Yharnam, Pthumerian Queen

Clementine is the secret boss..... i think the implications with this one are pretty obvious. Clementine absolutely could not stand toe to toe against the hunter, if i had to design an actual boss fight with them it would be something like Yharnam's, with Clem using magic, illusions, a whole lot of blood and a really big knife to get around the hunter and backstab them..... 🤔 i think Clementine could get a few licks in and drag the fight out for quite awhile with their magic tricks, but the hunter would catch them eventually.

[blaiddfailcam]

Sound and hearing in Bloodborne's cosmology

Eyes may be the dominant motif in Bloodborne, relating to the characters' obsession with truthseeking and insight, but a while back, I noticed something odd about the One Third of Umbilical Cord. Despite its rather evocative name, it more closely resembles an eye-laden human cochlea, or the inner ear.

Sound as an arcane force

Mechanically, sound is used as a diegetic medium for the player's abilities within the game world. Bells and chimes are employed to resonate with fellow Hunters, allowing them to cooperate or even battle across worlds. Runes that represent the inhuman spoken words of the Great Ones are memorized to enhance one's attributes. Even the established currency, blood echoes, seem to be a formless medium drawn from slain enemies, and not the blood itself.

In fact, one of the very first runes players are likely to find is Formless Oedon.

The Great One Oedon, lacking form, exists only in voice.

While we never encounter Oedon himself, he is evidently revered by the city, as indicated by the Tomb of Oedon and Oedon Chapel.

Venturing further, we locate and defeat Rom, the Vacuous Spider, and are promptly greeted upon our return to the city by the omnipresent wail of Mergo. Ultimately, Mergo is revealed to be a formless Great One like Oedon; though their crying emanates from a lone pram atop the School of Mensis, the carriage itself is empty.

Mergo is promptly scooped up by the Wet Nurse, whose body is invisible amongst its billowing death shrouds. Upon defeating her, Mergo's crying fades into silence, and we are awarded the One Third of Umbilical Cord. From then, we are free to leave the night of blood and beasts at last at Gehrman's mercy.

Sound as a science

For the modest price of 19.99 USD, an Amygdalan Great One will transport players to the Hunter's Nightmare where they can peruse Yharnam's dark history. The Nightmare Grand Cathedral serves as ground zero for the cruelty inflicted upon citizens in the name of cosmic inquiry.

The Research Hall within the Astral Clocktower is populated by the demented and discarded test subjects featured in a twisted experiment to facilitate contact with the Great Ones.

In the early days of the Healing Church, the Great Ones were linked to the ocean, and so the cerebral patients would imbibe water, and listen for the howl of the sea. Brain fluid writhed inside the head, the initial makings of internal eyes.

The unfortunate products of this experiment suffered a grotesque transformation as their heads inflated to resemble an oversized raisin. Many of the patients were deemed failures, while others retained some semblance of sanity.

A common trend amongst them was a fixation on a "plopping" sound heard from within their own craniums. Those whose heads had inflated to completely absorb their bodies remark on the sound's resemblance to rainfall or the stirring of the ocean. (Should the player equip the Enlarged Head headgear, they can hear for themselves a periodic dripping sound ever so faintly.)

Perhaps the most successful of these damned souls was Saint Adeline, who, after administering multiple Brain Fluids, transforms likely into one of these bulbous heads.

I see a shape. My guide, I see your voice clearly as it bends and bleeds. My own revelation... just for me...

This produces the Milkweed rune, which allows the player to alter their form, turning their head into a lumenwood serving as a nursery for slug-like phantasms.

A call to the bloodless

Beyond this abominable laboratory and prison is the Fishing Hamlet accessed solely by stepping through the face of the Astral Clocktower. Just as the doomed patients envisioned in their maddened rambling, the village floats atop a rainy coast populated by icthyomorphic fishermen. At the far side of this tragic residence lies the carcass of Kos.

Though Kos herself is long dead, the gastly Great One known only as the Orphan of Kos emerges from her womb, carrying a savage weapon that many understand already to be Kos's placenta, still attached by a pulpy pink umbilical cord to the orphan's abdomen. After slaughtering the Orphan of Kos, a black, wraith-like figure appears from Kos's remains, still attached to her bloated belly. By severing this connection, the child is returned to the sea, and the rain promptly ceases.

Returning to the entrance of the Fishing Hamlet, a shaman villager mutters to himself, cursing Byrgenwerth and the Hunters for their sins. If the player has completed Saint Adeline's quest, they can equip the Milkweed Rune to reveal further dialogue:

"Listen for the baneful chants. A call to the bloodless, wherever they be. A call to the bloodless, wherever they be. Fix your ears, to hear our call."

True enough, should the player position themselves near any of the barnacled shacks in the village and strain their ears, low murmurs of unseen inhabitants recite an entrancing curse. This spite is what fuels the very nightmare and seals the Hunters in a generational cycle of misery.

Conflict of anatomy

What mainly struck me as fascinating about the One Third of Umbilical Cord's resemblance to the cochlea pertained initially to etymology. "Cochlea" is the Greek word for "snail shell," and the inner ear is so named for its resemblance to a whorled gastropod shell.

Snails and slugs are of course a common sight in Bloodborne. From the tiny phantasms regarded as augurs of the eldritch Truth to the Great Ones Kos and Ebrietas, these slimy angels harbor great spiritual significance to the various schools of Yharnam's esoteric leaders. Stranger still are the snail women, the mermaid-like enemies who are often found attached to large, whorled shells not unlike the One Third of Umbilical Cord in appearance.

The second linguistic comparison to be drawn relates to the central depression of a whorled shell, referred to as the "umbilicus," relating back again to the One Third of Umbilical Cord's origins.

A great relic, also known as the Cord of the Eye. Every infant Great One has this precursor to the umbilical cord.

Use to gain Insight and, so they say, eyes on the inside, although no one remembers what that truly entails.

Throughout the game, the player has the potential to collect four of these fetishes, despite only three are required for the secret ending. Two of them are obtained directly from infant Great Ones, the first being Mergo, and the second from Arianna's child. However, the Orphan of Kos, another "infant," lacks this special artifact.

...Well, not exactly, anyway.

Looking closer at the weapon in its hand, it certainly doesn't resemble a placenta, no thanks to the blade-like cutting edge. In fact, its shape is strangely reminiscent of, well, a human ear, or perhaps more accurately an ear shell.

If this was truly the intention behind its design, the attachment to a literal umbilical cord would be a fascinating spin on the One Third of Umbilical Cord's visual similarity to the cochlea.

For later ramblings

I'll admit, this sounds like a lot of pointless drivel. The truth is, there's plenty more I want to write on this subject, in particular why I think they would want to use ears as a symbol, as well as how it would relate to the greater mysteries of the narrative. But that would be too much to hope for anyone to read at once.

Until then, I suppose I'll just plant the seed and water it later with supplemental observations and theories.

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