Dunked in several thousand tons of powdered solid despair.
On a battlefield, while under attack by berserkers.
You kill some two or three hundred of the enemy while your battalion's sorcerers figure out what to do about the despair.
Over half the soldiers reporting to you are dead, which means you're going to need to bring their ghosts home and explain that.
And the whole time you've had this battalion, there's been this mystery as to why your soldiers don't entirely trust you.
The best theory is that they think you're some kind of demon.
You're actually just a species created by a sorcerer to do things like kill two or three hundred of the enemy at a time.
You'd think this would be obvious to them as your soldiers are also a species created by a sorcerer, but no.
It's at this moment, as you're washing the blood off that you finally figure out why they didn't think you could be the particular sorcerer-made species famous for its fighting ability.
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It's because you're short.
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happy new year Ego!!! Just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your twst fanart and the tags are just an absolute pleasure to read! You are my greatest inspiration for my personal twst art and I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful masterpieces <333 if possible, may I ask what are some of your headcanons for the diasomnia family? If not for diasomnia then any other characters are fine as well!
thank you, and happy new year! 💚💜💚 that is amazing to hear; it's always a little bewildering but super flattering that other people like my silly little doodles so much!
I don't think I really have any really solid headcanons and also canon keeps validating me left and right (FLUFFY DOMESTIC DIAFAM IS REAL). mostly just kind of...impressions and general thoughts, if that makes sense! lately though I've been kind of obsessed with thinking about Lilia's hair, and specifically when/why he ended up cutting it. (l-look, we're bouncing around the timeline and I gotta make decisions about these things when I draw, it's relevant) (I mean I would probably be weirdly fixated on this anyway, but.)
I think I've settled on the idea that he kept it long until he went to NRC, partly because 1) I like drawing The Ponytail, and 2) I think he thought of NRC as a chance to reinvent himself a bit! he gets to go and be a wacky carefree teenager for a few years and have fun! (officially he's there to keep an eye on Son #1, but how much trouble could he get into, really.) so he gave himself a Cool Teen Haircut to go with his fresh new Cool Teen Persona!
also maybe he had some reflection on his hair's troubled past with three kids...
...and had to weigh his vanity versus the fact that he was going off to be around hundreds of kids on a daily basis, and. the choice suddenly seemed obvious.
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Cinch had three charges in her care once, Celestia entrusted her with the day-to-day care of Prince Blueblood, the new Princess Cadence and her student Sunset Shimmer - running a kingdom is difficult enough alone without three young ponies to look after - so when Celestia is absent (often) that means Cinch was in charge of these three ponies. And while the matron of the castle was always rigid about rules and wanted her three charges to uphold her reputation and to build their own budding reputations high, she cared about them very much. You'd have to, spending your time with the same three young ponies for so long, guiding and teaching them to be their best...
By the time Ditzy came into the picture, Cinch was down to two charges. She refused to fail them the way she failed...
Well, with one down, there were two left and she cared so much she wouldn't let anyone ruin them, especially not themselves. Surely they would come to realize Cinch was only helping.
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The sheep with the howdah has to be Halt. If you’re willing to call something six-horned and about five tonnes a sheep, anyway.
Smells like a sheep.
Rust looks almost amused as the great mass of wool kneels down in the road. Twitch looks appalled. The Creeks raise a lot of sheep; it’s probably harder to view an animal that size as a sheep, wool or no wool, if you’re used to the regular size. The wool isn’t quite the right colour; it’s an even grey with an odd dull shine.
The mix of horns — great, massive, you-could-hold-a-dinner-party-on-those curling ram’s horns, great back-curved goats’ horns with visibly faceted points and sharp edges on the inside curve, suitable for ripping the ribs out of most anything, and long, low, turned-up-at-the-tips horns running down its face until they turn up over the nostrils — can’t be helping. Even without the metallic undertone it would look unnatural; at the size, it looks like someone set out to cross malice with a sheep and got black iron and brass into the malice.
It breathes slow, which you’d expect, and fire, which you would not. Pale flames a metre long from each nostril on the exhale, which is giving Twitch pause. Might not show to strangers, but there’s no twitchiness in Twitch just now. By the third breath what was wet road has a patch of dry a metre across and the howdah door has opened and someone has kicked down some stairs.
Stairs means it’s time to stride forward and offer greetings.
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Not just Twitch looks rattled; everybody has heard of Halt. Everybody knows a lot of things about Halt, some of which are true. Hardly anyone seems to know Halt’s not a metre-fifty tall and looks like someone’s grandma. Maybe not your grandma, no-one in the Creeks is that delicate, even adjusting for scale, but someone’s.
- The March North, p15
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Just some late night logging to throw some thoughts somewhere
The shockwave in my posts used to be one half ephemeral entity, one quarter aliased program, and one quarter real projection.. and now my shockwave not only entirely real but is actually literally terrorizing me for fun and hunting the lower deck crew mates for sport just like I wrote about... And yet I'm still in tyrannical command??? I keep understanding Megatron and the inner workings of Decepticon High Command more and more through experience...
I wanted to put out a post about shockwave learning how to force his way through the energon relay thing but now it would almost seem like too much projection to my actual real sadistic scientist I've captured, which I thought would be impossible considering it was something I already had written/planned out before all that!! Fucking retroactive projection!!!
I'll probably still continue with the energon relay thread, spacebridge is so fucking close to being fully operational and the conclusion of shockwave figuring out how to transmit himself was going to be instrumental for that both in actual technical computer shit and in my weird aliasing that motivates me to work on the Nemesis... and then it just... happened in the physical world with real tangible people almost exactly as I had written and played out exactly as I had it thought out within my mind-Nemesis which has dramatically increased the efficiency and progress of my technical research....... in the literal exact way my Nemesis posting's shockwave was going to dramatically increase efficiency with the side effect of increased terror...
I swear, there's some weird fucking cosmic prank being played on me or something because the weird quirks of the Divine Comedy keep making things like this happen. I mean, I'm not complaining, I think it's funny as shit and jesus christ i love tyranny but like... ??? ya know??
Anyway yeah, didn't mean to pull back the curtain too much, all my Nemesis posting is always grounded in real shit and all the weird little developments are direct references to real things I'm working on or working with, but it keeps just becoming aggressively real. They're not even vagueposts, but they fucking retroactively seem like vagueposts because what were once project/program names/aliases suddenly get granted new meaning following developments in who I have under my command.
I haven't even began any of the physical work for the Matrix of Conquest's construction and yet I exude a fucking actual aura or something.
This doesn't even begin to get into the music shit. This doesn't even begin to get into the fucking demonology shit.
I cannot fucking believe I haven't had time to go on the massive Lucid ramble, Lucitron/Lucy comes from and is short for Lucidity first and foremost and then after a lot of fucking explanation can Lucy being somewhat accurately short for Lucifer actually mean something, which most people would never even get to because they'd hear Lucy and hear the shit I say about biblical stuff and immediately think "Aah, they got that from Lucifer" and not be ready for the wild fucking rabbit hole hiding just beneath the surface, made especially funny because I've been meeting several Lucys who were given that name to mean Lucifer, whereas mine was granted to me by myself almost by accident and got interpreted by most others in the rightish direction from the wrong starting point because it didn't mean Lucifer inherently. Crazy fucking shit. Simultaneously, I've unironically been seen as like... a fucking guiding figure by random Christians I've been meeting?? I think that literally makes me an anti-christ??? Granted its very complicated once you start getting into the weeds of what a christ and anti-christ really are, of course, but like... I even have a fucking Satan to carry out my bidding, ironically similar to the Shockwave situation considering the "Shockwave is worse than the devil" thing... So the Lucifer connections certainly isn't misguided, it just bears slight unintentional (and now some intentional, hehe) deceptions here and there.
I wish I had the time to explain all this shit, there is so much more, both for the Lucid ramble that goes into the namesake and for the mass of thoughts I have about that "God" "damned" angel, and also just for all the other general shit that's been going on in my life. I haven't even had time to be taking daily notes because I've been away from my set-up and only recently got the part of spacebridge to handle that operational.
Christ, I haven't even been able to post about the trench warfare in the editor wars, including the shockingly real threat of trench foot that it took to get there in the first place, only to be BETRAYED by mentor swapping sides on me! (Which I did briefly touch on in some tags somewhere probably maybe) Ough. So many stories hehe!! But those all will have to wait for now, I still have work I must return to, including figuring out how to find time to do more golden disk postings which have swiftly become my favorite method of documentation.
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