#blade brainrot

[ddarker-dreams]

Hi Ms. Lock! I hope you've been doing well (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) There's been some buzz around the Blade community because of the recent development of his character,,, Some are saying that they hate it and the such. If you're caught up with the recent update, may I know what you think of it? Feel free to not answer if you don't want to of course!

HELLO HELLO!!!

i've given this a lot of thought, actually. i understand that hoyoverse doesn't have the best history when it comes to handling character development for their characters that fit the antagonist category (the harbingers are a prime example), but i'm not getting that from blade.

this line in particular stood out to me. i find blade to be a deeply tragic character, with his brand of tragedy tinged with irony, which might be why i enjoy writing him so much. he went from someone who lost his home to the borisins to a person responsible for destroying the worlds of others, a blacksmith to a weapon, and a short-life species who took pride in the ephemerality of his existence to an immortal. an amalgamation of opposites, undergoing a continual process of transformation. imho, this last transformation into mortenax blade is very in line with his character. it shows something like acceptance, or, as his trailer was titled, nirvana, salvation from his past.

towards what he perceived to be the end of his life, he finally reflects and is honest about his regrets. i know i'm biased but i find the exchange between him and his master in these moments to be some of the best writing we've gotten from planarcadia up until this point.

if he were to have met his end here, it would've been a waste. the painful process of being forged anew fits him well. it isn't the end he wanted, and, arguably, that total annihilation would've been easier than having to carry on, but he is able to reject that end, as well as the promises of abundance that once lured him down the wrong path.

it's not quite redemption, but taking the reins of his own fate, wherever it may lead him. personally, i like the direction they're taking blade's character. my only selfish complaint is that i wish we could've gotten more insight from him afterwards... i hope that they'll show some of his reflection on what happened inside oroboros's corpse at some point in a future update. thematically speaking, his rebirth taking place there is a strong choice, what with its implications of infinity, cycles, self-devouring, etc... i say let hoyoverse cook with this one.

[ddarker-dreams]

Release blade from the basement miss lock

YOU'RE RIGHT he's been in there long enough ... here's a lil drabble from the light warden universe <3

The longer you’ve known Blade, the more adept you’ve grown at gauging his moods. 

Your past self would’ve found the notion laughable. Initially, you thought his emotions existed on a spectrum beginning with ‘brooding silently’ and ending at ‘brooding with a few words.’ Time and experience have revealed that there is more to him than even he’d care to admit. For instance, he has his playful bouts, fleeting as they may be. His delivery is wry and leaves you questioning if you misheard or misunderstood him. 

Then there are the less fun discoveries. 

Most recently, you’ve learned he’s reluctant to part from you for long. 

It should be endearing, right? Perhaps it is to an extent, but once the rose tints fade and reality’s true colors reveal themselves, you find yourself at a loss. 

What began as a nice, uneventful evening has taken a frigid turn. Ever since you received your script and allowed Blade to read it, he’s been different. Distant. Neither of you is paying attention to the series on the screen, the blurred colors and distorted sounds fading into the background. Finally, you make the executive decision to turn off the projection, leaving you both in uneasy silence. 

You take a good look at Blade. He’s sitting with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, as if in a meditative state. He’d almost look peaceful, if not for his deep frown and furrowed brows. Sighing, you scoot over, embracing his upper arm and resting your head on his shoulder. It could be your imagination, but you swear his muscles relax when you touch him. 

“It’ll all work out,” you say, not needing to delve into the specifics, since you both know what you’re referring to. “‘Sides, you could use the break. You overdid it last time.” 

“I did no such thing.” 

“It took you days to regain consciousness when Kafka scooped us up.” 

“I recovered, as I always do,” he reminds you, a hint of bitterness lacing the words. “It’s no matter. What the script dictates, we follow. Such is our lot.” 

You can’t tell if he’s trying to convince you or himself with this spiel. Nevertheless, it doesn’t sit well with you. You’ll be leaving tomorrow, you don’t want to part on bad terms. You embrace him tighter. After a few tense moments pass, you decide a different approach is in order. You hesitate, as it could backfire, but decide that’s a risk worth taking. 

“I’ll miss you,” you admit. You hear him swallow thickly. “It’ll be weird, since we’re normally shipped off together like some sort of a dynamic duo. I’ll keep in touch, yeah? Even if you leave me on read.” 

“I have not done that in some time, at your insistence.” 

“I know, I know,” you can’t help laughing at his petulant tone. “The point is, it won’t be the death of us— although, wait, maybe that isn’t very reassuring for you to hear…? Sorry, scratch that.” 

Much to your surprise, it’s his turn to laugh, although his is huskier and quieter. It’s such a lovely sound, you wish you heard it more often. Greedily, you commit it to memory, drinking it in as if it were a fine vintage. Smiling softly, you glance up, encountering his crimson eyes. The intensity behind his stare never fails to steal the air from your lungs. There’s an intimidating quality to it, yes, but it’s positively electrifying. 

Using his bandaged hand, he brushes his knuckles gently along your cheek. 

“I’ll await your return,” he murmurs. “And if you take too long… I’ll come retrieve you myself.” 

[ddarker-dreams]

Anaxa is slowly consuming your brain lock, let us refresh that with another blade thirst-

blade thirst?? 👀👀

warning for yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, and explicit not sfw (reader is described as fem)

A bandaged hand curls around your throat, the touch featherlight yet message clear — stay still.

Through lidded eyes, you glance up at the shadowy apparition holding you hostage. Blade's countenance is one of displeasure. He's grimacing, eyebrows pinched together, lips curled into a snarl. You feel something hot and fleshy press against your entrance. Slowly, he eases himself into you. The stretch causes you to wince. As he sinks in further, the taut muscles of his face finally relax, like being sheathed inside you was all he's needed this entire time.

"Provocative flirt," he admonishes.

"I'm not—" Your defense is cut short when he unexpectedly hoists you up.

Panic overrides reason. Though you know he won't drop you, you struggle until your arms wrap around his wide shoulders. He chuckles, finding your reaction amusing. You shoot him a halfhearted glare. His eyes, normally dull and apathetic, have a dangerous glint.

Against your better judgment, you decide to play with fire.

"Do I need your permission to talk to others?"

"Hmph. A decent idea."

"You're kidding," you deadpan.

For a moment, there's silence, as he fixates on the spot where your anatomies connect. The intensity of his stare sets your face aflame. His hand leaves its spot around your throat, inching downward. He finds your clit and rubs hurried circles against it. A high-pitched noise escapes you.

"Cute," he muses. The word sounds strange in his low, sonorous voice. "Your body takes me well."

Before you can respond, he pulls out, then reenters you in a single motion. For once, you're grateful for all the time he spent preparing you. He carefully examines your facial expressions. When he believes you're ready, he establishes a brutal pace, each thrust causing your partially clothed chest to bounce. He nearly shredded your cute bra when undressing you earlier, his mind had been in such a sorry state.

Blade's lips press against your ear, where he hoarsely whispers, "Remember this whenever your eyes wander, girl. Whoever they land on will answer to me."

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m-miss lock pls s-spare us some blade content pls feed us

this blurb takes place in the light warden universe !! reader here is fem.

“Something on your mind?” 

Kafka’s voice thrums through the air, pleasant as a melody yet piercing as a knife. Blade’s frown deepens. This almost imperceptible change feeds her amusement. If she were a kinder woman, she might soothe the worries festering in the swordsman's mind, but the urge to tease is irresistible. 

Stoic as Blade may be, he has his tells. Namely, the way his eyes keep scanning his surroundings, despite combat being featured in neither of their upcoming scripts. Those vermilion hues consistently land on the room’s various entrances. There they linger, until it’s evident no one’s coming. Then, setting his jaw, he finds another doorway, only to repeat the process ad nauseam. 

Rather than acknowledge Kafka’s pointed words, Blade comments, “The girl’s not here.” 

“Who?” Kafka tilts her head, feigning ignorance. “Silver Wolf? Firefly?” 

Blade gives her an unusually stern look, as if to say, you know who. 

“If you’re referring to my little warden…” she trails off, suppressing a laugh at the expression he makes at the word my. “She’s elsewhere.” 

He crosses his arms, expecting a more thorough explanation. When it becomes evident Kafka won’t offer one, not without some concession on his part, he sighs, the skin between his eyes wrinkling. 

“With?” 

“Herself.” 

The implication settles over him in waves. By the time he sees the full picture, he’s like a rope drawn taut, ready to snap. “... She’s unaccompanied?” 

Blade’s past the point of avoiding the trap they both know Kafka’s set for him. It almost surprises her, his willingness to do away with pretense the instant you’re involved. The mara slumbering within him stirs, a ravenous beast she’d rather not have to subdue. She’s had enough fun; she’ll put the smitten man out of his misery. 

“Her script calls for it. No harm will befall her,” Kafka reassures. “If you miss her, you could always call her.” 

Blade quietly scoffs, but she notes the way his hand twitches, suppressing the urge to follow through with her suggestion. 

Feeling a pang of benevolence, she shoots you a barrage of messages when he isn’t looking.  

Bladie’s feeling neglected 

Ignore him for too long and even I don’t know what he’ll do… 

Mind sending him a text?

Or maybe a slightly risqué selfie? ♡

[ddarker-dreams]

relating to my last post, this is the logic i abide by with fav characters and the pet names they assign the reader.

(some of the language indicates reader is fem, implied not sfw)

anaxa primarily uses your first name, never shortening it or "butchering it into childish monikers." (his words). when introducing you to others, he'll start with any titles you have to show proper respect (e.g. "this is my assistant, [...]," or whatever else indicates your position). if you've got him hot and bothered though, he'll switch to calling you his "darling girl" or "dear girl."

blade almost exclusively uses your first name. he doesn't say it very often, saving it for more serious or intimate moments. he doesn't give you any nicknames either because it feels weird. if you've really been testing his patience, he'll flatly call you "girl." that's when you know you're screwed (literally).

chrollo's about a 50/50 when it comes to using your name or pet names. the more serious your relationship gets, the less he uses your first name, since it becomes sacred to him (he's weird don't worry about it). he calls you "dear" and "love" pretty frequently. he'll use "sweetheart" if you're both in a disagreement, which makes matters worse since it comes across as demeaning.

gojo loves referring to you by your relationship, such as "my girlfriend" or "my wife." he will find any excuse under the sun to say this. if you aren't married yet, it becomes "my future wife" because he's convinced he can pull you. he also likes using cringe-inducing nicknames when you're in public to get a reaction out of you. in intimate moments, however, he uses your first name without any honorifics.

gortash goes for "my dear" the most, finding it simple yet flattering. if you're both engaged in a battle of wits, he switches it to "my girl" to try and rile you up. the use of possessive determiners is a not so subtle way to try and link your being to his. as a purveyor of the god of tyranny, this need to dominate prevails, even if he considers you his equal. there's always a power struggle on some level.

scaramouche is built different because his nicknames are more like insults. he'll call you "a pest" or a "foolish woman" for your willingness to pursue him. there's little bite behind his words. he just genuinely can't comprehend what you see in him, aside from his physical beauty. he knows his personality is rotten. when he does use your first name, it's spoken with quiet reverence, solely intended for your ears.

[ddarker-dreams]

bf blade and his inability to say no to you ...

[ddarker-dreams]

kissing blade's wounds and saying that's why they heal so fast to help him hate his unnatural healing less </3

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blade doesn't have the heart to say no when you ask to draw lil doodles on his bandages .............