OKAY WAIT imagine you make blade blush for the first time in what feels like forever for him (tbh, it probably is), but instead of registering the feeling as being one of affection, he mistakes the pumping of his heart and tightening of his stomach as adrenaline; the very same feeling he gets when in the throes of battle.
"you know, blade, you're actually quite handsome."
"...what?"
"yeah! you have a really nice face, and your physique is grea—"
*cue him charging at you mid-compliment, his sword in hand with a wild blush staining his skin*
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thinking about how wyll and childe both have theatrical entrances... "provoke the blade and suffer its sting" and eldritch blasting and stabbing goblins and "hey girlie, hold still" and slashing millelith guards with his hydro twin blades
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well meaning people will tell you to long-rest as early and as often as possible during act 1 to get all the camp scenes and character interactions. they'll advice you to not progress the story just yet and instead focus on collecting Shadowheart, Gale and Astarion as your first companions. not me though. I'm making a beeline towards the grove the second I get off the wreck. Maybe I'll stop to pick up Shadowheart and Gale as I go. My target? Wyll Ravengard. if Aradin dies in the process because we're all level 1 with two healing potions between us then he dies
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@endweapon asked :
[ trace ] sender traces one of receiver’s scars ( eden's stellaron scar y/n )
nonverbal meme prompts. || accepting
─「エデン」─ EDEN hated the feeling of being exposed. the feeling of vulnerability, of being forced to reveal a part of her she would fight tooth and nail to keep hidden from sight. the trailblazer used to be quite open about herself, about what she was, about the truth behind her existence. she held no shame or need to keep a secret, however, things changed as time passed. as the JOURNEY went on, the more she knew, the less she shared.
perhaps, the STELLARON had taken such a liking to the living weapon stood before her, as eden found her memory fragmented whenever he was presented. the cancer of all worlds pushed her consciousness aside, took over the body that was created to be its vessel and commanded it as if it was theirs. it's old, the seed of destruction, it's always so loud when he was here.
this time was no different. it should've been no different if it weren't for a part of her being exposed against her will.
eden saw everything even when her body wasn't under her influence, she witnessed everything through her locked up mind only to forget the moment she regained control. the AWARENESS never lasted longer than a few seconds. it was like waking up from a dream, however, this time, it wasn't the same. was it a fight ? she knew the stellaron was provoking him. the pain of the wounds and injuries was familiar.
until she could feel it, the way the BLADE cut through her clothes, and her breath caught in her lungs, golden hues WIDENED and she screamed — her. not the stellaron. not the cancer of all worlds. not the corrupted self. her. eden. golden hues were blown wide, pupils dilated.
" NO — " but it was too late. the attack landed and her skin was exposed. there it was, the proof of her existence. the LARGE SCAR that stretched from the middle of her chest throbbed wildly. the gold swirling and curling at the tearing marred her what was once flawless skin. this ... was her. this was what she was, what she was created for. everything that was the trailblazer was reduced to this very mark.
the cold steel didn't harm her skin, yet, being exposed like this rendered eden completely silent, and the hold of the STELLARON slipped away. light returned to those aureate orbs, and instead of the sharp tip of the blade, she felt the gloved clad digits tracing along what looked like a crack in space and time, filled to the brim with liquid gold. life ? weapon ? both ?
it pulsed, silently, lethally. her head throbbed, once, twice, and there was a ringing. it echoed dully within the mind of the TRAILBLAZER, pupils quivering uncontrollably, and ...
... a single tear slipped from her eye. exposed. vulnerable. empty. empty. empty.
don't look at it. don't look at me.
don't look at me ... or else you'd realize i'm nothing but a pawn.
a living weapon. that's all i am.
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just thinking about how in crossovers, vervain wouldn't work with malee at all. she doesn't compel people, she quite literally can manipulate & control other people's will to do what she wants, even if they don't want to do it. she can do this with humans & lower class vampires.
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Wyll is SO COOOOOL his little intro cutscene is sooo like. I can't not fuck him
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Can we appreciate Wyll for a moment. He cracks one liners like "provoke the blade, suffer its sting." Power ranger poses after announcing his superhero name. Which only Karlach takes seriously. He loves the clown, and laughs at his horrible puns . I honestly love that.
Also his interaction with Karlach where he calls her by her weird code name and Karlach with all seriousness is like "Well well, the Blade of frontiers." That looked like two kids playing superhero using their made up names and it should not have been as hilarious as it was to me.
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Provoke the Blade…. If u kno what I mean 😏
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