#December 3 2022

[royalarchivist]

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Snifferish: The range of like, Christmas sweaters to like, skimpy Santa in these skins, I’m -- look at Scar’s skin!

Phil: [silently losing it] That doesn't leave much to the imagination king.

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2888 - December 3rd

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[dmwrites]

Based off of last life where Etho pretended to be the boogieman and asked people for gifts. Pearl gave him a dirt block. I decided to make it more ~dramatic~

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The dirt block floated between them, Pearl with a big grin, and Etho with a raised eyebrow.

“Perhaps you misheard. So you’re telling me that your life, when valued by yourself, is worth one dirt block?” Etho folded his arms, trying to use his advantage of being on a higher part of the slope to intimidate Pearl.

“Yep. One whole dirt block, fresh from the ground.” Pearl nodded. “That is my gift to you, the boogie sacrifice, if you will.”

Etho strode forward and took the dirt block from the ground. Pearl raised her shield. He went back to his spot, out of range of swords. “That’s kind of sad, Pearl.”

“No, it’s funny.” Pearl replied. “I know you’re trying to pull one over on me, Etho. Your reputation as a scammer proceeds you.”

“And if I was telling the truth, would this still be your answer?” Etho held up the dirt block.

“Yes. My life would be worth the same. I know you’re trying to scam me, Etho. And if you’re not, well, another life lost would still not make up the atonement for my sins.”

Etho frowned at her. “Sins? What- oh, Joel. Oh…”

Pearl crossed her arms. “Are we done here, Etho? Don’t you have killing to get to? Or are you gonna tell me the truth, you nugget.”

“Oh Pearl, you’re the real killer here.” Etho sniffed the air. “You smell like death, too. It was you that brought Joel to red, the first red name on the server. How does that feel, huh? Green name killer. You’re like some kind of omen of death or something.”

Pearl rolled her eyes. “Etho, you’re being dramatic. Go threaten someone else.” She paused, then added something that Etho almost missed. “Death is cruel, but living and remembering is much, much worse.”

Scott appeared over the wall, asking about threats, had probably listening to the whole conversation, and Scar mined through the wall on the other side, completely oblivious. The moment was over. So Etho made his excuses, avoiding Scott’s threatening glare and Scar’s wares. He took the dirt block out of his pocket and held it tight in his hand. Perhaps it had been a mistake to try and intimidate Pearl. He’d known she was clever, but he hadn’t quite realized how deadly she really was. And that whole thing about life and death… it made him shiver. He needed to go find someone a little more gullible, a little less weighed down with guilt.

[glimmerofawesome]

[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Camouflage

[dusttbunny]

[1morteveryday]

337/365 👣

[tyforthevnm]

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IG story from frankieromustdie

[December 3, 2022]

[wisedawn-whatever]

Wei Ying got us hats and "sun" glasses... I am uncertain on how I feel about them for myself. Although, they suit Wei Ying very well. - Wangji

[druggeddraccus]

i for real cleaned my room today lol instead of just decluttering. i redid my bookshelf and dusted both of them. i made more room for sanderson—especially due to the secret books (and i’m gonna replace my mass markets with hardcover for all of mistborn)

i thought i was running out of room on the absolute massive shelf my dad built me—but i am very much not lol it just had to be reorganized lol i might try and post a picture it’s a pain in the butt to get good lighting though so idk

[averbaldumpingground]

Those violent streaks of light, almost as brilliant as the trails of the aurora. But they're the product of your hate, the rocket flares. There's nothing in the sky to see but anger. A pretty death, an end that came too soon.

[royalarchivist]

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Ludwig: How do you access inventory? *realizes they’ve been playing MCC for over 2 hours* ... Probably a bad time to ask that question, right?

[mermaidinthecity]

December 3, 2022

[dmwrites]

based on the fourth session of Last Life, Cleo’s pov

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Being on yellow life wasn’t exactly an uncommon feeling to Cleo- she’d come into Last Life with two, after all. But, waking up in her bed, outrage and hurt pulsing through her body, she had to admit that she had not missed the deep discomfort that comes with yellow life.

“Oh, no, Cleo!” Etho’s voice came from beside her, and she looked to see a suit of armor standing in the corner, with an invisible Etho seemingly inside it. Cleo’s mind was too muddled to even really comprehend that Etho was at her base, invisible for some reason, so she just started walking, ignoring him.

“Do you need anything? Food, armor?” The armor set followed her outside, hovering far enough of hitting range, but still close.

“No, no, I’m okay.” Cleo’s voice was a lot higher then usual, and she struggled to keep her tone steady. She was sure Etho could read her like a book, but still, to keep up some kind of facade, she tried.

“Your own teammate, wow. Well, you know I’m on your side, right? It’s not… I didn’t do anything, this wasn’t me.” Etho finally popped back into view, and he did actually look sympathetic. And Cleo couldn’t fault him for his self-preservation. But it was probably a damn good thing for Etho that she was on yellow, not red.

“Yes, I’m- it’s all going to be fine…” Cleo really wished he’d leave her alone, really. There was a rage boiling inside her, more fit for a red life then a yellow. She made her way carefully down the hill, and Etho, thankfully, didn’t follow.

BigB! Cleo still couldn’t believe it. It almost felt like the sword he’d killed her with was still lodged in her heart. She’d given him everything, given the fairy fort alliance everything. And look where it had gotten her. Yellow. Again.

Being on yellow life is a very particular feeling, but no one ever talked about it, really. Cleo hated it. It was uncomfortable, fundamentally, like constantly biting down on corse fabric. Not to mention the deep-seated anxiety that green lives never really feel. There was no safety net now preventing her from going red- but then again, she considered, walking through the forest with little regard for the branches that scratched her skin, what would be so bad about being a little red?

And when she woke up in her bed for the second time, ears still ringing from the explosions that had killed her, she shook her hair out of her face and smiled, a deep, painful smile. There was no more anxiety, no more caring about other people, they always kept her down, anyway. She may be dead, but she had never felt more alive.

[glimmerofawesome]

[thehiddenhermit]

Wanderer keeps making me cry