I Just Love Hakita.

it's like 4am where I am, so don't mind this long stream of thoughts and questions I had whilst replaying the demo (my 15 hour playtime is pathetic, I needed more)

I had a sudden thought about Kuras and his dislike-slash-animosity towards the Senobium.

It's mostly to do with the lore snippet of him being a divine teacher and the detailed bio mentioning him being compelled by guilt. Does he regret giving that much knowledge to man, particularly the ones who now study in the Senobium?

It's not out of concern, dare I say, him being empathetic, but rather... does he see a few of the things he shared as stains in his memory? A misstep. An unwise choice that he thought could be another chance for him to prove, to redeem himself, and atone for his sins. Kuras sharing that could have been the key.

...but it wasn't. It was just another tragedy in the long run.

In the end, it only fed into humans and their natural curiosity. It's something Kuras should have known, he thinks. How much more curious can mages and alchemist be? He should have seen this coming. Especially considering how some would do anything in pursuit of knowledge.

That also ties into Mhin, in many ways. Kuras worries for them, that's obvious. They aren’t too far gone, since in Kuras’ eyes, they haven’t gone into or have even been given the chance to enter the Senobium. But their desperation to get in may have hurt them. And they wound up hurt, badly. To the point Kuras saved their life back then— that being said, hindsight is 20/20 and he understands human nature and he knows Mhin will not stop at anything, because they merely think the Senobium has the answers they need.

Does Kuras blame himself for that in some roundabout way? For feeding the curiosity of those who asked, but was none the wiser to notice those who go beyond and seek what should have been kept in the shrouded in the dark?

Also did you guys know this piece of trivia? lmao

GIVE THAT WISE MAN HIS SKIRT DAMN

Ooooh

I want to print it and put it on my wall

Just wow ! This looks like a poster !

Calibration complete

Fantastic.

Just Fantastic

Horse figure of the day: Franklin Mint "Dark Fury"

once again thinking of mhin and mc as mirror images to each other; two sides of the same coin. how mhin is cynical and believing in only themself, unwilling to trust another as much as they do to their own ability and instinct from what is presumably their own prior experience of having trusted before and then having to crawl out of hell as a changed person as a result of it; how mc has gone through the same thing, travelling through the cursed world beyond eridia alone and undoubtedly suffering their own betrayals, and still has the capacity to trust, to hope that they will find a cure to their curse. how mhin stares at them and sees a reflection of what they could have been, can’t help but wonder: is it because they are just so good in their heart? was i lacking in a way they weren’t? why is it just me that suffers, and not them? but mc smiles at mhin again, treats them kindly despite their insistence on pushing them away, and mhin realises: oh. oh.

maybe they still have a chance.

Being chronically ill is like

“It’s fine”

“It’s fine”

“It’s fine”

*complete mental breakdown because you can’t do this anymore*

“It’s fine”

Touchstarved demo 2.0 live reactions

I'll update/reblog this as I go because I'm excited and insane.

It's time.

Gianni is just too good of a man, perfect for this game, honeslty.

favorites from the reddit ama with gianni

Thinking about Ais perched up against one of the wooden planks atop the columns of the Seaspring. Thinking how the salty breeze tousled his hair as he gazed out at the vast expanse of the wastelands beyond the temple, a cigarette's smoke curled up lazily from between his fingers, ashes falling gently to the sparkling crimson water below. Thinking about him taking a deep drag from his cigarette, letting his eyes flatter close as he exhales slowly into the crisp night air, the nicotine tingling his senses and the smoke filling his lungs, momentarily choking out Ocuedus' thunderous screaming in his head.

Thinking about Kuras in his clinic, studying patient applications in the dim candlelight, brow furrowed in concentration. Thinking about how the long shadows of his past constantly danced across the walls, mocking him as he meticulously reviewed each case, guilt and regret running their hands through his dark hair, whispering reminders of his past mistakes. Thinking about him momentarily freezing in fear of his conscience rearing its ugly head, pulling and pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his sanity. Thinking about him finally shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, taking off his glasses briefly to relieve the strain of hours spent poring over medical records, leaning back against his chair, and letting fatigue overrun him, finally allowing himself a moment of respite.

Thinking about Vere lurking in an unfamiliar house, sitting alone on the balcony and staring out into the night. Thinking about the wind whispering through the trees and blowing his hair into his face, and him shoving it out of the way with a huff. Thinking about him sighning and leaning back against the rail, reaching up toying with the chain around his collar, running his fingers over its cold links. Thinking about how all was quiet at this hour, and he could feel the solitude beginning to get to him. Thinking about him closing his eyes, letting out a long breath and trying to push away the sudden hyperawareness that had settled over him, having to center himself and slow his heart rate that had begun to quicken, forcing his mind to focus on the task at hand, not allowing himself to seek any form of comfort in the moment; when the world seemed to slow down and allowed him to appreciate its beauty. Thinking about how he knew he couldn't stay there forever, after all.

Thinking about Leander sitting alone at the bar, Bloodhounds around him talking and laughing, making him feel more isolated than ever. Thinking about him taking a sip of his drink trying to drown out the sound of their jovial conversations, the bitter taste in his mouth only serving to mirror the ache in his heart. Thinking about him being unable to shake the feeling that he didn't belong—like an outsider in his own pack. Thinking about him staring into the bottom of his glass, wondering if he would ever truly feel like he belonged anywhere. Thinking about him running a hand through his hair, the other gripping the glass tighter, as he looks up and scans the room, hoping to find a distraction from his own thoughts. Thinking about how, even if he manages to find someone to spend the night with, it never fills the void he feels inside, and he always wakes up alone in the morning.

Thinking about Mhin stumbling from exhaustion after killing another Soulless, its blood spattered across their face and staining their once white shirt. Thinking about them collapsing to the ground, pain radiating through their body and ragged breaths escaping their lips, echoing through the clearing. Thinking about their silver dagger clutched tightly in their hand, the moonlight glinting off the blade, dripping with the blood of the enemy. Thinking about them fighting to keep their eyes from fluttering closed as darkness crept in at the edges of their vision. Thinking about them using their final burst of energy to force themselves to sit upright against a nearby wall before their mind can finally succumb to the overwhelming fatigue. Thinking about them humming softly to themselves—something akin to a lullaby, a calming and comforting melody in the dead of night, hauntingly beautiful and wafting through the darkness until the morning birds respond with their own song.

Thinking about how lonely they all are…

I could talk extensively about how I think Vere represents hedonism, whereas Mhin symbolizes self-repression, and that’s why they’re both enemies and foils. And I will. 

Hedonism. In broad terms (and without getting into distinctions between axiological and ethical hedonism), it could be defined as the theory that describes the pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction of desires as the end goal of life. 

Good music, fine clothing, quality champagne, drawing, sex. Vere gives himself to everything natural to the soul without restraint. One may even argue that his predilection for suffering (and I quote, it is precisely suffering that makes MC’s soul “so irresistible” to him) may too be related to this. What is wallowing in sorrow but yet another excess of the heart? 

Vere is an ancient, supernatural being that seemingly exists purely through self-indulgence and physical demands. Hunger is a relevant theme to his character; he embodies both the primordial need for sustenance AND the fear of being preyed upon, a terror most animals —humans included— share. He craves what is authentic, and, despite his continuous teasing and lying, he is undoubtedly the most honest character so far in letting us know what he is and does. Vere is natural, raw, and, for now, unashamed. 

Now Mhin, to me, they embody the concept of resistance. We’ve seen how their fatal flaw states they will try to resist change at any cost. They’re a newcomer plagued by a curse they do not want, a monster that lives within them and they resent. If you look closely at their “monster forms” in the trailer, you may be able to appreciate that Mhin’s (along with Kuras’…chest…face thing) is the only one that seems to be crying. 

There seems to be a clear divide between Mhin’s human consciousness and the monstrous bird form that takes over them. This gap is insurmountable enough for them to feel as though their transformation involves a breach of emotional consent: they resist this metamorphosis, yet it happens violently regardless of their desires. This makes them repulsed by anything that side of them represents, sickened by what is inherent to them. 

If we consider Mhin’s constant rejection of natural desires in opposition to Vere’s embracing of them, it is easy to understand why they don’t get along. They are what the other despises the most, and have a disposition towards life so antinatural to each other that any chances of meeting in the middle are immediately discarded. 

This just makes me want to see more of them interacting together, though. 

That is all. 

I’m a waking hell and the gods grow tired