#emperorofexcess

Overlord had set a little trap... wondering if his greedy seeker companion would fall for it. 

He could always do with another pet, after all.

“Diiiirge. Are you home, sweetwings...” 

He’d set up a large box. Inside, was a cake. The only entrance was through one single little hole. He was curious.... how desperate would the jet be... He’d made the hole just barely big enough to fit Dirge’s belly through, reinforced durasteel framing the large cube, the cicular gap that would allow Dirge to reach for the cake.

Warm, she thought. Warm, soft. Thought was groggy and slow to come to her, roused out of recharge not by alarm or panic but by her own systems finally having enough rest for once. For once. Which is why she feels so stupidly happy and warm and comfortable as her systems online one by one-

Of course, the second her sensory suite finishes activating she sits upright, hasty.

Oh my god.

Staring, wide-optic’d.

Ohhhh gods.

Part of her immediately screams internally- how do you get into these situations? and some sardonic section of self-loathing internally reminds her that Gosh, Saddleback, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you willfully pick out the biggest, meanest looking motherfraggers from every room to go after? Of course this would happen!

#swindle#ALL CURRENCY!!!#this persons doodles are amazing

Dirge @emperorofexcess

Mm... a delicacy. Friends can be food what are you talking about

Dirge!