#December 11 2022

[crawfishcomic]

Watermelon Kitteh

[royalarchivist]

Full video of Quackity and Wilbur singing “Perfume” from tonight’s LA Lovejoy concert!

(Videos shared by @sootsit, edited together by me)

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2902 - December 11th

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[glimmerofawesome]

[gravity-rainbow]

Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence / Ryuichi Sakamoto - From Ryuichi Sakamoto: Playing the Piano 2022

[dmwrites]

It was the song that caught his attention. Ren had just come back to the castle, his castle, and heard very odd music coming from the vault. He peered down into it, and saw the heads of a crowd of people, all just casually hanging out with the diamond reserves.

“Uh, guys?”

And then the assembled crowd looked up as one, and for a moment, the breath in Ren’s throat seized as he looked down upon a sea of Xisuma’s faces. He imagined them reaching out their hands as one and tearing at his clothes, taking his crown, telling him he was no longer king, that the admin was in power now, and always had been.

But no, no, it was just a costume party, of course. The moment of panic burrowed back under the king’s skin as he saw each person holding up their Xisuma mask with a delicate pole, or tied behind their head.

“EXCUSE ME!” Ren dropped down, megaphone held to his mouth, a flurry of concerned murmuring greeting him. “What on earth is all of this?”

There was a flurry of rockets and sparks, and almost every Xisuma took off, fleeing the party like rats from a pantry. Only one remained, and he was already groveling, bowing so low that there was no question as to who was under the mask.

“Bdouble0, what is the meaning of this?” Ren shouted into the megaphone, reaching over and pushing up the mask his right hand man wore.

“I- my liege, I thought this was approved by you!” Bdubs took off his Xisuma mask and set it on the jukebox.

“Why on earth would I arrange for a party to be held in the vault, penetrating my most private of areas?” Ren blustered.

“Yeah, I did think the party favors of diamond blocks was a bit out of character for you.” Bdubs said, eyes then widening at what he’d revealed.

“WHAT?” Ren looked around, then, shouting expletives into his megaphone, flew back up to the castle main, and out towards the royal quest area, hoping to catch someone guilty around. But the area was silent, and Ren landed by the entrance with a huff of annoyance. Bdubs landed next to him after a moment.

“Who arranged this?” Ren asked.

“Impulse.” Bdubs replied.

“Impulse…” Ren hummed, walking over to the royal priority quest and taking out the placemarker Impulse head that lay inside. He held it up so he was eye-level with the dwarven man’s head. “The to-the-books rule follower? You’re sure he didn’t have someone whispering in his ear? I’ve heard the local cleaning lady is a bit of a menace. Or perhaps a soulmate from another land…” Ren’s ears flattened as he came his made-up conclusion.

Bdubs held out his hands. “My king. I am loyal to you and only you.”

“Perhaps you are correct, sir Bdouble0.” Ren sighed. “It was just the masks… Xisuma is no leader, but he does have certain powers that I… lack.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it, Ren.” Bdubs said soothingly. “Why would the people ever turn on you? You’re a wonderful king.”

Ren nodded slowly, not quite believing either one of them.

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Meteorain

[1morteveryday]

345/365 👣

[hilaryduffwardrobe]

WHERE: Social Media

WHEN: December 11, 2022

Khaite The Lilith Evening Bag in Black Patent Leather  - 1.730,00 €

[mermaidinthecity]

haileesteinfeld: 🎂🎂🎂

[averbaldumpingground]

The moors are damp, but in the foggy, late November, Jeannette is sure he'll come. He does most mornings, wrapped in his ragged cloak. And Jeannette waits, remembering his words. She's not sure why she hopes he'll keep his promise.

[yahooanswersblog]

👤: would you like to live in Canada

Me: Currently, I wouldn't. I'd feel too out of place. If there was a certain part of it which contained a huge % of American expats, then maybe.

[glimmerofawesome]

[untothebreach]

Saw some pigeons on top of a pair of satellite dishes and for a second it looked like a little dragon was lerched on the roof w the flock and I got way too excited:((

[dmwrites]

This is about last life, and the all-too memorable “we could still be friends” bit with Grian and Mumbo bc ouch man

——

Oh, how bitter it was to see the familiar face of a friend peer between the stone slab confines that had been placed to kept him out.

“Grian, don’t hurt me.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”

They were laughing. There was nothing else to be done, really, but laugh at this whole situation. Grian could kill him now, Mumbo knew that. No amount of friendship and allyship could stop that.

“We could still be friends.”

Grian had tears in his eyes, mining a block under Mumbo’s feet. Mumbo moved, a reactionary shriek tearing from his mouth.

“Grian, that was so- you’re not very good at this.”

“We could still be friends, Mumbo!”

It was so half-hearted, so coldly lighthearted and distinctly sad. Mumbo and Grian stood on either side of the platform of the ghast farm they had made together, laughing and scared and heartbroken all at once.

“How could we be friends still, Grian? You’re a red name.” Mumbo whispered.

Grian mined a block from under Mumbo’s feet- Mumbo stepped back with plenty of time to spare.

“You could join me.” Grian said, and the emptiness of the neither roof sky yawned out below them.

Mumbo laughed, heart pounding, shaking his head. Grian laughed too, a shrieking, deadened sound, and mined another block that Mumbo stepped from with ease.

“I- I can’t, Grian.” Mumbo said to him. “We can’t be friends anymore. Please. Go and don’t hurt me.”

It’s always fun with them, always had been. But Grian smelled like death now and it left a sour, sour taste in Mumbo’s mouth.

[druggeddraccus]

i have a really bad time sleeping when i’m not working lol i go back to work tomorrow (sunday) night so i’ll have to sleep during the day anyway so now it’s 4am on sunday and im just still awake lol reading on my phone