Hello! Greetings. This is a sentient weapon/living weapon blog, to fulfil those desires. ES themed, of course, but you probably suspected that. Feel free to send me relevant posts or asks or whatnot
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Hello! Greetings. This is a sentient weapon/living weapon blog, to fulfil those desires. ES themed, of course, but you probably suspected that. Feel free to send me relevant posts or asks or whatnot
I used to think all possessed demon blades lusted for carnage and bloodshed. Then I found this ornate ceremonial flamberge in the tallest tower of a ruined castle. She claimed to be a princess, demanded to be polished at least twice a day to the point where I could use her blade as a mirror, would freak out about any dirt that got on her, and often wouldn’t let me unsheathe her because she refused to let her honed edge be tainted by “filthy peasant blood”. Let me tell you though against all foes with even the lowest of noble titles she would slice through their weapons, armor, bodies, and bones in but a fell swoop like a knife through butter. Then she would gloat over their corpses mocking them for being petty nobility with her ridiculous laugh, it felt like she was going too far to me but at least she was having fun
Tch, as if I would ever let you date my possessed princess flamberge. Prepare to taste my steel!
No, no, my other steel, the non-possessed sword I have to carry for dealing with commoners. Yeah, sorry, it’s a lot less exciting I know, but she’s kinda refusing to come out of her sheathe right now. Are you sure you’re not a peasant?
for my first (or, actually, second) post I'd like to say we need to discuss more about sentient weapons. we need to explore a sentient weapon's personality and how much they trust their wielder or not and what they feel if the wielder gets hurt. kinda want a half-sarcastic sentient sword be worried for me when I almost get my arm cut off
and for the love of god sentient weapons are good as they are no need to turn them into women/men
it must feel so good to be gripped by the hilt by another woman and driven through a crack in her rival's armor, cleaving through flesh and bone as a demonstration of your refinement and her strength
Oh, uh. It's not what it looks like. I mean. Yes, those bloodstains on your demonic sword were from me last night. Sorry you had to find out like this. Yeah she was whispering secret truths of the universe to me when you fought me a few months ago, and we've kinda been having an off and on again thing since. No, it's okay, she's totally still your sword. She's always telling me that she loves how reliable you are. Always on that grind slaying the guilty and the innocent alike in your mad quest for power. We just go out together sometimes and perform secret sword arts in defiance of the heavens. Yeah the ones that she says you're not ready for. That your untempered soul would be instantly incinerated by even learning of. She said I just have a natural talent with them, you know how it is. I mean, you should see the size of some of those mountains we cut in half together. Anyway, uh, I was actually stopping by to pick her up. We were gonna go pick a fight with an entire sect of cultivators. I thought it'd be fun to fight our way through all of them with a grin on my face and blood slowly staining my robe. I guess you can come, too, if you want. You could borrow my old sword.
if I was your twin sister and with my dying breath I turned myself into a sword and told you to destroy everything, you'd at least kill our entire extended family right?
“horns as an erogenous zone is like a sword as an erogenous zone” 1. that’s a good thing and 2. the more erogenous zones the better
Educational diagram for anyone who didn't learn this in sex ed!
This skirmish has quickly become a rout. They face us with 9-to-1 odds, bearing down at us from all sides. We've faced worse odds together and won, haven't we?
So why are you surrendering? Did the cause of freedom and vengeance mean so little that you'd die here, that you'd let me fall into the hands of another?
One more letdown for the pile, I suppose. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. Wake me when I'm wielded by someone with might enough to justify their convictions, won't you? I hope the gallows are comfortable.
A lot of the time there's a crucial fact about talking swords that people miss, which is that they can only ever be abandoned. See, a talking sword is a friend, a family member, even a lover who always wants to be closer to you. She always wants a greater share of your life, for you and her to intertwine deeper and deeper until you and your weapon are the same entity, a goddess of battle with no existence beyond the blade and the hand that wields it. No matter how far you fall, she'll be right there with you, even as everyone else leaves you, horrified by the monster that you've become. Or, perhaps, you stop before you get to that point. You lay down your sword, retire, seek an end to war, anything. But at a point, whether from age or wisdom or death, you no longer hold your sword, and thus she is left alone. And then, generations later, someone takes her up again, and she knows what lies in store. That one day, this one too will set her down, or die as a mortal, and she'll be alone again. There's no other fate.
It is an act of cruelty to give a tool the ability to love.
The cursed sword thinks she can make you immortal if you only bathe her in enough blood. A little more. A little more. Let her help you awaken the demon in your soul and go on slaughtering together forever and ever in the name of love.
I made a little ttrpg thing for a game jam! It's a CURSED ARTIFACT ancestry for the rpg Draw Steel, so you can play as a sentient magic item. Soul eating sword, magic ring, cursed armor, you name it.
Full PDF and free version here!
Current gender is: Cursed Sword with a powerful Demon trapped inside it that has been found by a curious adventurer and now grants her incredible powers but also fuels her bloodlust so they form a toxic codependent relationship.
The rush of battle when she lets me take over and butcher everything in our path. The warmth of the blood on our bodies. The way she grips my hilt so tightly when she hears others whisper behind our back. The way she holds me close in her sleep, knowing I could never cut her. The force of impact against her former ally’s blade. The pain of her comrade’s death slowly fading away as she strokes my jagged blade.
weapon who considers herself to be "nothing so delicate and precious as a doll"
i was not made to be beautiful. thats okay.
i was made to hurt. i live with it.
will you hold me anyway?
am i allowed to be soft?
am i allowed to be weak?
i am a blade.
i will always be a blade.
i take great care not to cut.
i cut anyway.
i live with it.
Living weapons whose weapon forms change over time due to strong bonds with their wielder or important events in their life. Longsword who either grows into a claymore or slims down into a saber to better suit their partner's fighting style. Axe who gets crippled and can't hold an edge anymore but with their partner's help they reforge themself into a hammer. Spear who becomes double-ended after making peace with their inner duality. You see what I'm going for here?
(guy who's misunderstanding what words mean) The problem with swordplay is she gets to be the sword and I have to, what, fuck the sword?
"hurt people hurt people" yes mistress. anything for you mistress.
I Will Die In Combat For You Mistress
if you have a talking sword it is your moral duty to have a codependent relationship with her
no, I absolutely did not blush when you unsheathed your evil greatsword and your insistence on the fact that i did is honestly kind of telling. besides I totally cant even hear it whispering dark portents to me from across the room so its like whatever.
okay, so for the third time, it's a cursed sword but whether it's evil is a matter of perspective, if you really think about it. also, can you come here for a second? the blade wants to tell you something but it's shy, or a secret, or something. (don't worry about it, i wouldn't lie to you)
the sword is cursed to be extra soft and huggable i promise trust trust
cursed sword perfec t alignment for hero pick up and w\ield! handle very Soft and Comfort hero wield no moral crisis. Hero pick up cursed sword. No corruption ever from cursed blade because good Whispers and Purpose for hero mind weak of hero spirit. Cursed Sword yes a weapon for Hero put sword in hero's hands can trust cursed sword for not breaking hero's mind. friend sword.