Read Witches' Servant
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Read it, nerd.
The Loccubus ramble
so, for starters, this is Loccubus
The initial idea is based on a dreampost from a while back but it really resonated with me for a number of reasons that I needed to sit and reflect upon, 'cause when I drew this I basically just took a bunch of personal hangups and woes and blahdyblahblah and just threw it all onto the paper
this is a flirt
please send me your cute skunk sonae
at this point the main thing that I remember was that my mecha in combat mode could wield fires strong enough to burn enemy mecha to ashes (amongst many other weapons) and the two of us landing in front of the tomb and saying something like "Become my sword as I am yours, and I will become your shield as you are mine."
then I woke up!!!! which is kind of anticlimactic
So I stood there, I processed data, and I waited. I waited and waited and waited, banner of flames waving around me as the war got closer and closer and closer.
eventually though another person who my friend had called arrived and whipped out their mecha's weapons and readied for battle beside me. At this point we pretty much had to fight and we'd both thrown our chips in on this vague plan together so we would fight together.
I forget exactly how the plan was supposed to work out, but at that point I felt awfully stupid 'cause I was a huge glowing target on purpose, and was sitting there processing combat data in real time and ran the numbers and knew that, beyond any shadow of a doubt, once the battle actually got to me I would 100% lose against any focused forces. So I felt right silly.
Now, they tried to stop me of course but the thing was with the conflict already going on and the two sides fighting eachother they really couldn't muster anything that could stop my mecha from going wherever it wanted because it was so goddamn big and heavily armed/armored. So I flew right over and landed on the tomb
and then i waited
now apparently my mecha was an absolute goliath of a unit. Like, physically massive, all surfaces are fully outfitted weapons, built like a bulldozer with machine guns for nipples type deal. And so I suited up, flew over the battlefield, and ignited the banner of the original machine god in flames as I flew over so everyone could see me do it.
they were calling up a select group of pals to enact a very specific plan to ensure that the machine god's tomb doesn't get blown to high beans. I forget what they said but apparently it was convincing as they actually managed to get me off my lazy ass and head towards the war zone.
I, being a lazy bitch, decided I wanted no part of the conflict and was either dodging recruitment offers or just being looked over because I was the useless loaf, wasn't clear which. Point is, I was busy laying in the grass while other people were girding their loins.
Until a friend of mine gave me a call about it. I don't recall quite who it was but they had some kind of important thing going on that would get super fucked up if either side won, so
the main thing I still remember form the first part of the dream is that I spent a lot of it either laying around or basically sniffing the grass while, around me, the other mecha pilots were busy galvanizing into two factions for a big war that was gonna break out.
APPARENTLY there was a huge tomb protected by a barrier somewhere in which the original Machine God was laying, and the two factions both wanted to go bust down the barrier and destroy it
I had a weird dream
see, in this dream I was a mecha pilot but like in this instance the mecha were somewhere between Stands and Machine Gods. So like, my mecha was both an extension of my soul and also a higher being that enhanced my person so that I could become fit to wield it.
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