Dust and Divine
dustanddivine.bsky.social
Dust and Divine
@dustanddivine.bsky.social
She/her, bi, short. Writes sizey shit, won't stand your shit.
". . . Get her out."
"I am VERY full of pie."
"I said, get her out."
"No. I'm full of pie and very satisfied."
"I can HEAR your stomach gurgling, you're digesting my girlfriend!"
"But I don't want to vomit up all this pie."
November 28, 2025 at 3:55 PM
Honestly, yeah, sounds fun.
November 28, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Yeah, I'm picturing it as a magical construct designed to troll adventurers, by hiding inside their bag and refusing to let them open it, and then swapping their equipment out at random. For a normal adventurer, it's annoying. For you on your shapeshifting mask quest, it's always dangerous.
November 28, 2025 at 1:48 PM
See, and here I was thinking about them as a kind of amorphous shadow creature thing, similar to KH Shadows and their ilk, but just eyes and hands, a weird little creature that can scuttle along the ground really fast to hurry into your bag to do its gimmick, but otherwise dies to a single hit.
November 28, 2025 at 11:54 AM
But, it's made up for, a little bit, when they just decide, apropos of nothing, to shrink you to make into their toy and plaything because the power to shrink people made them realize how "positively cute and helpless" you were.

So, uh, win some lose some?
November 28, 2025 at 10:03 AM
And, of course, being stuck on the shelf gives you a lot of time to try and catch the Bagvoid as its sneaky hands reach out of the bag to swap what mask you're wearing, to regain access to your inventory . . . or get turned into a slime and mistaken for a health potion by another adventurer.
November 28, 2025 at 9:58 AM
Yup. And, it'll make that specific regular enemy into Priority Number 1 in any and all scenarios. Even when you aren't put into a superboss encounter by the little tricksters, becoming a reptilian lamia or draconid on a snowy mountain and watching your health rapidly decrease could be hellish.
November 28, 2025 at 9:58 AM
More than one player will not realize that a Bagvoid actually made it into their bag until they try to talk to an Amazon NPC, get reduced to an Inchling, and get crunched . . . or, worse, become a Wallmouse while talking to their Lamia friend and get eaten by a friend in one go.
November 28, 2025 at 9:09 AM
However, Bagvoids are a uniquely annoying enemy in a game where your primary puzzle solution and most of your combat options come from opening your bag to switch between masks- they seal off that inventory, and forcibly swap what mask you're wearing at random times.
November 28, 2025 at 9:09 AM
For instance, there's little hidey-holes all over the place for your Inchling's Mask to get you fun goodies, and the necessary items for various sidequests. Having to push a lost earring like a boulder, because picking it up to put in your inventory means it would grow with you.
November 28, 2025 at 9:09 AM
Spooky Halloween giantess, dressed in that signature black-and-orange, waking up to her romantic hyper-feminine gf being even bigger than she is . . . truly, you've given this couple quite the gift!
November 27, 2025 at 2:28 AM
Most people think it's a reference to the pair of surgical scissors she's turned into paired swords to protect shrunken survivors. Some know her better, and think it's because she was a fashion designer before she shrank. The people who know her best realized that she has it because she's gay.
November 27, 2025 at 12:15 AM
But, Christmas, that enormous glutton, is the biggest by far and craves being even bigger. More attention to Christmas, more people thinking about Christmas, decorations even earlier into the year, because she wants her Mrs. Claus minidress to cover the entire North Pole.
November 26, 2025 at 10:27 PM
No, any late takers to a seat (that is, who want to claim a seat someone's already sitting in) can just get shrunk. Put in the seat, in the cupholder, seating them in the headrest . . . it means far, far fewer complaints!

Hell, a first-class passenger RECOMMENDED the experience!
November 25, 2025 at 4:35 PM
And then an entire movement of troops, literally hundreds of thousands of people, were shrunk, and the Grand Overmind joined in their terror. These . . . "humans" . . . they were snuffing out lives under boots, in drops of spit, with cleaning supplies.

That was the moment an immortal knew fear.
November 25, 2025 at 3:05 PM