Stone faced and barely moving in the club.
Some older art inspired by the inimitable writing skills of @gileonnen, imagining a secret conversation between two lovestruck *Ghosts* (and letting me stretch my character design muscles lol) x
Bonus:
Obviously, there are the exotics that are one of a kind (Monte Carlo, 1K Voices, Weapons of Sorrow), and ones that are just too strong to class as Legendaries (Celestial Nighthawk, Gjallarhorn, Traveler's Chosen)-
but I believe that Personal Exotics work sort of like Inverse Tea;
So the Light of the wielder is the "Tea" (Flavor), and the Gear is the "Water" (Recipient). The Light steeps within the gear for long enough that it retains the technique or tendencies of the wielder (Saint's Helm, Shinobu's Vow, Caliban's Hand)
it wont let me do shit bc i apparently have 81 gigs of apps clogging my c drive, but my largest app is 0.4gb?????? its not system applications either because system is its own segment of storage. wadda hell are you talking about
me: I'm exhausted, but I need to push through anyway
my brain: get some rest, if you don't have your health you don't have anything
me: ... you do realize that quote is from THE VILLIAN in the princess bride, right? Why should I take health advice from a man who tortures people as a hobby?
BELOVED
That one piece of dialogue where you do something really stupid but he still has to be nice
the funniest thing in d2 remains the drifter's unyielding insistence that you're doing something huge and forbidden that no one's ever done before by sniping someone every now and then in gambit while shaxx is right down the road making up new ways for a lightbearer to be drawn and quartered each week
Level 1: Prophecy proclaims that no man can kill villain; killed by woman.
Level 2: Prophecy proclaims that no weapon can harm villain; pushed down stairs and dies.
Level 3: Prophecy proclaims that villain will be brought low by no mortal hand; kicked to death by angry mob.
Level 4: Prophecy proclaims that no power on Earth shall be villain’s undoing; fatally distracted by sun in eyes.
Level 5: Prophecy proclaims that only power of laughter can defeat villain; beat up by clown.