silverstone

The artificer nodded. "I can build this wheeled chair, but why? You have an enchanted hover seat."

"Yes," the wizard fumed, "but the palace have erected magic-cancelling wards."

"Why?"

"Don't know. But they didn't think of people who need mobility aids. So I need wheels to go shout at the king."

Please accept my deepest sympathies extended to you and your family. My greatest wish is that you all will find peace and love in your memories. Your stories about him tell us that he lived a wonderful life and will be missed. He will never be altogether gone while he lives in memories.

This guy is gonna be a character in the next season of The Diplomat

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue looks at Green in confusion, as Green is covered in pink hair rollers. Green: I'm going to find out what I'd look like with curls! Blue sits down to wait as Green leaves the room. Green: It's time to take the rollers out! Blue sits with the most neutral expression possible as Green returns, as a fluffy cloud of uncontrollable curls. With miraculous self-discipline, Blue manages to keep his expression neutral, while Green frowns at him. Blue: Requesting permission to laugh hysterically. Green: Request denied.

This picture is spectacular! And so is your pictogram.

"Hello, I'm here to order a Robotic Partner."

"Ah, welcome. Please fill in this form."

"Sure, for body options and features, right? Let's see... One of those, definitely. Hm. What's this 'Do you expect to be obeyed?' For that money, of course I do!"

"Then we cannot help you. We only do partners."

EARLY CAT: What that?
HUMAN: A fish. You can eat them.
EARLY CAT: Mine now. I need it. I need the fish. Without fish I die. Gimmie fish.
HUMAN: But you're from the desert. How can you possibly-
EARLY CAT: WOE. WOE FOR KITTY. HUMAN INFLICTS A THOUSAND WOES ON-
HUMAN: God. Fine. Have it.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are sitting at a little bonfire, gazing restfully into the flickering flames. Blue: Do you ever think of the ways your life could've gone differently? Green: No. Blue: Like if you could start over with everything that you know now? Green: Nope. The odds of finding you again in the right place at the right time are way too low. Blue: You'd rather have me than a new chance? Green: Having you is the best possible life.

The inscription on the blade shone silvery.

"Justice," the maid read. "Are you an enchanted butterknife?"

"Yes."

She almost dropped it. "You are?"

"For centuries, none who held me sought justice. I took this form to hide."

It grew in her hand.

She hefted the sword. "Hm. Not sure you can help."

The architect tried to keep doubt from her face. "These are very interesting ideas, your majesty."

The emperor smiled. "Thank you, I think there's a good variety of traps."

"And the sign?"

"Yes, 'Grave robbers welcome'. Definitely."

"And you will be buried-"

"In the garden, outside the tomb."

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green turn to look at something in the sky with mild concern. Blue: What is that? A helium balloon? Green: No, it's floating downward, not up. Both foxes are startled, eyes wide, Blue still looking at the sky as Green already turns to flee. Blue: It's coming right at us! Green: Run! Instantly, the unindentified flying object, which is now revealed to be a bright red festive christmas hat, lands right on Green's head with great force and precision. Blue looks down to Green, who is now laying on th ground, the seasonal hat positioned right on his head. Blue: It's December first, isn't it? Green: Yep.

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are casually sitting around. Green is reading a book, while Blue is making a series of various noises. Blue: Hik... Hik.. Snif, snif, krhm, hmh, krhm, hmh, burp, sigh Both foxes are mildly startled as a bright "ping!" noise is heard, and blue lights up, glowing around the edges. Both foxes look at Blue, puzzled. Blue: I think I hit some secret combo code by accident.

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu lies dreaming. I focus on my dreamwatcher machine, making minute adjustments in all five dimensions.

The Great Old One whimpers, vast limbs twitching in unease. What visions can terrify such an entity?

An image forms in the machine.

A classroom.

No trousers.

darth™️, you will be missed but please have the best of rests and I’ll see you on the other side!

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue and Green are both very old, walking somewhere together, as text above them narrates. Narration: If we both go deaf when we're old, let's hope we go together. Frowning in mild confusion, Blue and Green discuss something very loudly. Narration: Yelling when we talk just to hear our own voices. Wondering out loud why the world has gone so quiet now. Next door, a reddish neighbour fox is on the floor, pressing a pillow over their ears, trying to ignore the loud conversation. Narration: While our neighbours wish that they could also live in our quiet, private little world.

I paused, out of breath. The Void had taken all my frustrated screaming and absorbed it.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "You must have heard all this before, countless times."

'only you,' said the Void, 'scream your frustration like you do'

I took a deep breath to resume, then smiled.

"Thanks."

A comic of two foxes, one of whom is blue, the other is green. In this one, Blue is sitting next to Green, who has curled up into a tight ball, looking miserable. Green: Would you still love me if I never got better? Blue hesitates a moment before answering. Blue: What a silly thing to ask. Joining Green on the floor, Blue wraps himself around Green, who doesn't seem as sad anymore. Blue: I would love you even if you got worse.

"What are you working on?"

I put the soldering iron on its stand and inspected my work.

"A time travel receiver. I figured out the machine can't travel in time itself."

"Do you have a transmitter too?"

I plugged the power in. "Not yet."

A newspaper appeared in the machine.

"I will, next year."

Please. Sparkling Trumpism™️ 🤓

Discworld QOTD, from The Light Fantastic

'“I said I hope it is a good party,” said Galder, loudly.

AT THE MOMENT IT IS, said Death levelly. I THINK IT MIGHT GO DOWNHILL VERY QUICKLY AT MIDNIGHT.

“Why?”

THAT’S WHEN THEY THINK I’LL BE TAKING MY MASK OFF.”'