#his name is Bisquit

[rrredgi]

Note to self draw Trevelyan's favorite horse

[narutocharacterpolls]

I apologize for finding humor in the absurd but something about Neji, after everything he has been through, losing to a random dog named Bisquit is so funny to me.

The wording of this made me click on his poll SO FAST cause I thought you meant he WAS losing and not the potential of losing LOL I was GAGGED for a second there HAHAHA

[thebuckblogimo]

Five miscellaneous things I couldn't recall during the holidays--things that I just used to know.

January 4, 2024

I've been writing these essays for about a dozen years. A recurring theme has been my concern about memory loss. When my Dad was in his late 70's to mid 80s, I observed how his dementia evolved into Alzheimer's. And I watched my mother's cognition decline to the point that she began accusing my sister, her primary care giver, of stealing her possessions.

Consequently, one of my biggest fears is that I'll develop a similar condition and turn into someone other than who I was.

Lately it seems that I've been having unusual trouble pulling things up from the database of my mind--things that I thought I had absolutely, positively internalized along the way. Here are five examples from the recent holiday period:

What's the password? For about a year I've had the same one for unlocking my laptop. However, after not using it for a couple weeks, I couldn't come up with the password while staying at my sister's home during Christmas time. I knew that it included a couple of my favorite numbers, but couldn't identify the symbols associated with it until returning home and consulting my password book.

A nephew's doppleganger. When I walked into my sister's home for our annual family Christmas party, the first person I spotted was my nephew Jake, sporting a new mustache and "fade" haircut. He looked like the spitting image of uh, uh.... I couldn't come up with the name of a Minnesota Golden Gohpers great who went on to star in the NBA, a player I followed when he played in the Big Ten and later with the Detroit Pistons. I couln't make the call at the party without doing some sleuthing on my phone: Kris Humphries.

Mr. Las Vegas. We were watching television at my sister's home on Christmas night when we saw a commercial promoting the highest grossing entertainer in Las Vegas history, the guy who has had about 18 face lifts and sang "Danke Schoen" back in 1963. I've known him forever. Saw him on all the television variety shows at the peak of his career. And yet, it took an hour for my sister and I to recall the name of Wayne Newton.

Who was that guy? My brother and I talk about the highs and lows of Spartan sports all the time. As we were going over the football team's probable starting lineup for next fall, neither one of us could name the returning, first-string running back. Knowing stuff like that used to be second nature for me. Finally, after an hour of self-flagellation, I recalled that the running back in question was a transfer from Connecticut: Nathan Carter.

Full disclosure. It was a few days ago that I decided to write about fading memory. I made a mental note at the time of the five things I failed to recall over the holidays. As fate would have it, I have forgotten the fifth and final one I had intended to write about.

During the run-up to the holidays, my mother-in-law (whose memory loss is accelerating), was staying with us in Grand Haven when we received a phone call that one of our sons was on the way to ER at Beaumont Hospital in Royal Oak. Debbie dropped what she was doing (wrapping gifts, baking Christmas cookies) and drove across the state to be with him. Meanwhile, I attended to my mother-in-law and started packing things we'd be taking with us in a couple days on the drive to Detroit.

Ultimately, during the first few days of the holiday break, we all stayed at the home of my daughter in Dearborn. On the first night there I discovered that I had forgotten to pack my mother-in-law's porta-potty. Two days later I discovered that I had also forgotten to pack the Polish "oplatki" (Christmas wafers) that our extended family traditionally shares at the table prior to Christmas Eve dinner.

Also, on the morning of Christmas Eve, I did some shopping for last minute items that were needed for the dinner. My daughter asked me to pick up a couple of tubes of Pillsbury Grands (flaky bisquits), a product that I was unaware of. At the store I plucked packages from the cooler, placed them on a shelf, and took a picture to send to my daughter for corroboration that I had indeed landed on the correct product.

It wasn't long before I got a thumbs up from her and proceeded to the checkout counter with my grocery cart. However, when it was time to prepare the biscuits, it was discovered that I must have left the tubes on the shelf at the store where I had set them up for the photo.

Now, it must be said that I am a day-dreamer. And people who know me well understand that "focus" is not one of my greatest strengths. Moreover, people say that a certain amount of memory loss is normal for those with advancing age (I'll be 77 next month). Perhaps one or all of those were reasons I forgot a few facts during Christmas time and left some things behind at home, as well as the grocery store.

Or maybe it was something else.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Moon boys checking on reader working in their bed at night.

Okay I had a sudden inspiration for this one sooo...

Marc Spector:

*Of course he knocks the door, he's not a savage.

*"How you going?" (he's a man of few words, you already know that)

*If it's too late, he'll remind you to sleep soon. There's no reason for you to stay awake the whole night, you must look after your health.

*Perhaps he'll try to be helpful, sitting by your side and checking out what you've done... even when he doesn't have a single clue about the topic.

Steven Grant:

*Knocks the door with a hand and holds a tray with the other. "Hi, uh, it's bisquit time, love"

*Brings you cookies and tea like the gorgeous malewife he is.

*Makes sure you're comfortable because working on bed can be not very good for your bones and stuff. "Anyways, you want a massage? Take a break, you need it"

*He knows how it is living with a bad sleep schedule, so he'll force you to stop past 10 p.m because you need to rest. He's even ready to act like a cat to avoid you keep on with the working if that's what he needs to do.

Jake Lockley:

*Well, he rather works at night so he may pay you a short visit before leaving.

*"Hello theeeere bonita, still working? Don't sleep too late, I'll be back at... probably two in the morning" (he approaches you and gives a kiss)

*You know Jake is a little careless, but actually takes some time during his night shift (let's name it like that) to call you. "Hola, still awake? Oh, did I wake you up? No problem, coming back to home, I'll bring sandwiches... chicken tender with cheese is your favorite, verdad?"

*Will fall asleep next to you once he's back... all over your working (your laptop if it's a digital thing).

[ded-space]

A Stray Puppy, Can We Keep It?? (GN!Teen!MC!) Ft. The OM! Bro's

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*You and the bro's (except Lucifer who's with Diavolo) were walking home from School when they hear a soft whimper*

Mammon:GAhh! Oi! Who's there! *Takes Stance*

Satan: Sigh.. It sounds like a small animal.

Asmo: Oou! I hope it's a cute one!

Beel: Is it tasty?

Belphie: I don't think so.. Beel.

Levi: Eer- It sounds like it's coming from that alleyway..

Mc: Let's investigate! *You look down the alleyway and see a small puppy in a box"

Satan: By the looks of it it's been here a while..

Asmo: I bet it would clean up nice! :D

Mammon: What're we gonna do 'bout it?

Levi: Of course we have to take care of it!

Belphie: We don't have to.

Beel: But we should.

Mc: Let's try and convince Lucifer to keep her!

Beel: How do you know it's a- *Hand covers his mouth*

Belphie: You will learn in anatomy class next semester..

Satan: Hmm.. Mc, I believe you would have the best shot at getting Lucifer's approval. I think you should be the one to talk to him about it.

Mc: Me!?

Asmo: Yep! It's because he's crushing on you!

Mammon: Tsk!

Levi: Hm Hm! Stupid Mammon is also!

Mammon: Shuddup! Dumb Otaku! Ya like Mc too!

Levi: EEhhh!? *Blushies*

Asmo: Ouu! He didn't deny it! Things are getting interesting!

Belphie: And nowhere..

Beel: *Found some jerky in his pocket*

Satan: I agree, *snatches the jerky from Beel* She's Probably hungry. *offers out the food to the puppy*

Belphie: *Pats pouting Beel on back* It'll be alright we have more at home.

Beel: Mm 😔

Mammon: Won't it bite ya?

Levi: W-why would she, we're feeding her?

Asmo: If she's scared, it's possible that she might bite.

*The puppy crawls out of the box, inching towards the offering*

Satan: Despite being more of a cat person myself, I must say this puppy is quite cute.

Levi: I-I think she has a bit of a limp?

Asmo: Poor thing!

Belphie: She might be too tired to walk properly.

Beel: Mm Let's hope she's not injured.

*The puppy begins to naw on the jerky*

Mammon: So what're we gonna call 'er?

Asmo: Oou! How about Jem!

Beel: Bisquit!

Levi: Ruri!

Belphie: Athena?

Satan: Hinata?

Mammon: Ellie!

Mc: Those are all good names! How about we do a draw!

(A/N:I actually put the names into a randomizer)

Mc: Athena wins! So we'll call her Athena!

Asmo: She looks cold..

Satan: You're right.. Mammon, Give me your jacket.

Mammon: What!? Why mine!?

Belphie: Sigh, just give it to him Mammon.

Levi: *Chuckles*

Mammon: *Looks to Mc* Grr.. Fine. *Hands Satan his jacket.* Tsk.

Satan: *Wraps Athena in Mammon's jacket*

Beel: Can we go home now?

Asmo: Yes! Let's!

*Everyone (Except Lucifer) gets home*

Satan: Asmo would you please get the shower running?

Asmo: Sure!

Satan: Beel and Belphie, will you two go out and try to find some dog food for Athena.

Beel: Mm.

Belphie: Argh I'm tired but I guess..

Satan: Mammon, will you help out in cleaning her off?

Mammon: Yeah, aight.

Satan: Levi, since you found using Mammons jaket so funny earlier would you throw it in the wash?

Levi: Fine-

Mc: I'll start thinking about how to approach Lucifer about this.

Satan: Good Idea.

*Everyone except Lucifer meets back up in the common room in preparation for his arrival*

*Athena is clean and groomed. Beel and Belphie are back with the dog food.*

*Click-Click, the door unlocks*

Lucifer: *Walks in* Why are you all gathered here?

Mc: We made a friend on our way home from school! *Holds up Athena, who's wagging her tail*

Lucifer: She's very cute, who does she belong to?

Mc: ..She was abandoned.. Please Lucifer can we keep her!? Athena is the sweetest! And We'll take good care of her!

Lucifer: You already named her!?

Mc: Yeah, we did a draw. Belphie chose the name, I think it suits her.

Lucifer: I don't think my brothers can handle the responsibility that comes with having a pet.. Just think about what happened to Henry 1.0..

Levi: T-that's different!

Mc: The 7 of us can split the responsibility and i'll make sure she's taken care of so please! We all worked together to take care of her just now! Satan, Asmo, and Mammon all washed and groomed her! Beel and Belphie went out and got her food! Levi washed Mammon's jacket and I played with her while we waited for you to get home!

Lucifer: Why did Levi have to wash Mammon's.. I suppose it's irrelevant.

Everyone: *Puppy dog eyes (Even Satan)*

Lucifer: ..Eer- Very well! However, if I find out she's not being well taken care of she is going to be put up for adoption! You're lucky I'm a dog person..

Everyone: Thank You Lucifer!

Mc: *You give Lucifer the biggest hug!*

Asmo: Is Lucifer blushing!?

Lucifer: N-No I'M NOT

Mammon: *Click* *Flash*

Lucifer: MAMMONN!!

Mammon: EEK!

Levi: HEHEHEH

Satan: Pfft-

Beel: MUNCH *He ate all the dog food while everyone was talking*

Belphie: ZzZzzZZ *Fell asleep*

Athena: ARRF! 🐶 *snuggles Lucifer's leg*

A Month Later;

*Athena follows everyone around, marching behind people cutely*

Mammon: *Taught Athena some tricks, how to play dead, roll over, and shake! Fetch.. is a work in progress..*

Beel: *Now has a little friend to share leftovers with*

Asmo: *Put's little accessories and outfits on Athena, He's constantly pampering her.*

Lucifer: *Enjoys when Athena lays on his lap as he watches TV or does paperwork. It's a very cute sight.*

Belphie: *Athena likes to take naps with Belphie*

Satan: *Likes taking Athena to different dog parks, sometimes with Mammon so they can play*

Levi: *Athena likes to tap keys on his gaming pc, it's all cute, fun and games until he loses his save..*

Requested by: @dexpairs-blog

🎉🎉🎉50th post!🎉🎉🎉

[ellovett]

My Yuu would be running away from NRC just to meet the nice grandpa lmao 😭😭

In her defence she just HAD to show him the weird cat she found in the wild...

It's a cougar but dw he's very polite, his name is McMittens von Softfur the second and he likes fish bisquits

AWWWWW André would appreciate the visit and the lovely cat, he feels bad that she had come all that way just to see him, so he makes them feel welcome and will have Edain make them a nice snack, whatever they'd like! He would also ask if he can pet the said cat, or feed him the fish biscuits he likes so much ^^ anything for the polite gentleman that is McMittens von Softfur the Second!! André makes sure to call the cat's name in full too, as a respect.

[burrowingdweller]

Hey! I love your art so much since yout so good at drawing these guys, I was wondering if we could get a female version of Gon with normal Hisoka? Because I'm pretty sure that Hisoka probably likes fighting and has lust for men more, because they physically have more strength than girls do, so if we could see Hisoka with fem Gon and see if you think he would maybe treat fem Gon like Machi? Or maybe not? So my point is, I'd be cool to see YOUR idea of what you think he would be like. (And honestly, I just want to see more of your drawings of Machi x Hisoka content, ya know, straight relationships, so if you could draw fem Gon and male Hisoka, that'd make my day) and you don't have to if you don't want to, but if so, thank you so much!!❤😁👍❤

Actually I think of fem-Gon sometimes, but not that I'm about to draw this soon, yet I have something to say about your thoughts.

I don't think that "Hisoka treats Machi different because she's a girl" is a thing. If you remember the very first arc of the hxh, there was a moment where Hisoka barely holds himself from not attacking the examiner, and... she's a girl. Honestly I'm too lazy to Google her name, but we can even see her in his toy box.

There she is, as well as that bunny-girl from Zodiac and I believe it's Bisquit on the right. So there are some girls in his toy box, so I believe there's something different about Machi so she's not there.

Also I don't think physical strength means that much. As you can see, Hisoka is one of the strongest spiders, way stronger than Chrollo, yet we all know how their fight ended.

Even Hisoka himself doesn't rely on his physical strength all the time, he defeated Castro using a psychological pressure, which means that being smart and adaptable is way more important.

So honestly? I don't think that things would change much if Gon was a girl, giving that his personality would stay quite the same.

Thank you anyway and hope this would be at least a little fun to read!

[devildom-dedicated-daydreams]

Afterstory (Diavolo)

Arc 3: The Cursed Witch Seduces the Wild Prince

@karmaaf @mac-the-oregonian @imagine-my-hero-and-vills @lady-naho @viptrash @cinnamon-bisquit xxnio-chanxx @pen-observing I wanna be friends with you, too <3 

“Princess … ”

Diavolo cradled your body closer to him. Your warmth seeped out with each second. Stale blood dripped from your wounds.

Diavolo chuckled drily.

Those gentle hands that would pat his head, the calloused but lovely fingers that drove him crazy with each touch--he will never feel them again.

Chuckling became laughing.

His flames blazed brighter and pitch-black smoke rose from earth. Rising higher into the sky, Diavolo’s wings grew and stretched so far they covered the sun and engulfed the city in darkness. From his flames swung out a tail with scarlet scales. It swept across the buildings, killing hundreds and destroying everything.

“Beast!” The humans screamed. “The witch summoned a beast!”

“Witch?” Diavolo repeated.

His maniacal laugh thundered throughout the city.

“You killed her for that?” The woman he loved was a soul who would never use her magic selfishly. You never turned away a patient even when they disrespected you.

The red dragon tenderly gazed at the lifeless body in his hand.

The skin had lost its vigor, scratches covered your face, and the arms …

How long did you suffer? How much did you suffer?

If only … if only he stayed with her.

“Unholy beast!”

Diavolo’s thoughts were interrupted when the human soldiers started shooting arrows at him. One arrow flew past his claws and almost hit your corpse.

The red dragon roared into the sky.

The large city that once bustled with life was reduced to ashes in less than half a day.

Diavolo flew back to your home. When he found the squatters wearing your clothes and the kids trampling the flowers you adored, he almost sent them to the next life. But he sensed the mana that radiated from them. It was your mana.

“Take off the clothes that aren’t yours and leave behind what belongs in this house,” he ordered with glowing eyes.

There were a foolish few who disobeyed by pocketing a ruby Diavolo gifted. They were two kids, the ones who threw rocks at you--

Half their faces were melted off.

“A saint touched your souls so I won’t kill you,” Diavolo said. “But don’t test my patience.”

The refugees ran for the mountains and Diavolo was left alone.

“I’m here,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I’m right here, princess, so come back soon … ”

Gabriel and Lilith arrived a few weeks later. They’ve only now just heard the news.

Shock didn’t begin to describe what they felt at the scene that welcomed them.

Your humble mud house was transformed into a wooden cottage. The tiny patch of soil you proudly called a garden was bigger, lining the side of the river with herbs and flowers and other plants.

Life seemed to overflow

Gabriel barged inside the cottage.

The crown prince of hell sat on the edge of a bed. He was wiping the feet of a corpse, his eyes full of mad love while telling a story about how big the pomegranates were.

“I promise I didn’t use any magic. When you wake up, let’s make some dessert with them--”

A fist flew and Diavolo landed on the ground.

“You crazy … ” Gabriel’s chest heaved. He didn’t even know where to begin.

Luckily, Lilith was there. She patted his shoulder before approaching the prince. “Cousin, this is wrong.”

Diavolo lifted his head, eyes empty before focusing on Lilith. He grinned mechanically. “Oh, I didn’t notice you coming in.”

The angels exchanged glances.

“Do you like the house? I built it myself.”

“Diavolo--”

“I was giving princess a bath, she’s so spoiled--”

“Diavolo,” Lilith cut him off. “Diavolo, MC is dead.”

“She’s sleeping, Lilith. She can’t be dead, she’s going to be the queen of hell. We promised we’d be together so there’s no way she’s dead.”

“Oy,” Gabriel stepped forward, glaring at the prince. “Stop running away from this, bastard. MC is dead. She’s gone.”

“Gone,” Diavolo repeated with a whisper.

Your soul was gone.

Your soul was gone.

Your soul was gone.

But that’s not possible. When you became one, he reinforced his seal so you would be bound to him forever. But your soul was gone. You weren’t just dead, your soul was gone. He couldn’t feel it anymore. Your soul vanished like a whisper in the wind.

Gone--

You were gone.

Diavolo clawed at his chest, cutting skin and drawing blood. His insides twisted. He buckled down and threw up.

“Right--” He croaked as angry fat, angry tears blurred his vision. He pulled on his hair. “She’s gone. She’s gone … Even Barbatos said her soul … she’s gone.”

“Do you think that’s true?” Lilith knelt down and looked straight into his eyes. “Diavolo, think again.”

“A soul is immortal. She may be lost,” Gabriel said. “But she’s not irretrievable. And when she comes back is this how you want to greet her?” He gestured at the ice-cold body.

Diavolo chuckled wearily. “What do you know?”

“I know that you didn’t deserve her--”

“Gabriel--” Lilith tried to calm him down again but he shrugged her off.

“--I know that she deserves more than a pathetic, sobbing mess who avoids responsibility.”

The demon prince couldn’t bring himself to retort. Gabriel was right, he was pathetic.

“I know this doesn’t sound much from an uncultured girl like me but … but I want to work together with you. I want to be a partner who can help you with your problems.”

Your words echoed in the back of his mind and Diavolo laughed again. With a tearful smile, he looked out the window and into the clear morning sky.

“You win, princess. You always win.”

Meanwhile, in a roofless room surrounded by stars and with walls that stretched so far you could not see the end, two men played a game of chess.

The one who held an ebony pawn sighed. It was King Drakul of Devildom.

His opponent, a man with greying hair crudely dyed purple at the tips, quirked an eyebrow. “Something wrong, old friend?”

“I was just thinking--it’s very hard being a father.”

“Oh.” His opponent nodded in agreement. “I feel ya. Lately, Lili has taken an interest in the human realm and Levi…the one with the bowl haircut keeps messing with the time warps. He’s already reading literature that shouldn’t be in existence yet.”

“First of all, their names are Lilith and Leviathan. Secondly, my case is different from yours. Diavolo--”

“It’s about time Diavolo fixes his behavior.”

“I suppose … ”

“Cheer up, Drakul. Our plan worked, or rather, it’s going to work. Ain’t that right, Barbatos?”

Barbatos appeared with a burst of green smoke. He refilled their teacups. “You are correct, Lord God.”

Drakul sighed again.

“Hey now, you can’t start regretting it now,” said Lord God. “I went AWOL for an extra five thousand years just for this moment.”

He disappeared for millenia, causing conflict among the angels, and then arrived in time to stop a full-scale war. Not to mention, he had to create a random body and puppeteer it from the sidelines while waiting for a Host.

“You can’t soften up now. Otherwise all that effort to educate Diavolo would have gone to waste. Think of those poor souls who failed and got sent to punishment worlds because of him, think of those humans he killed when he went feral the other day--think of how many loops Barbatos has gone through--and the beating Diavolo almost gave him!” Lord God dropped a sugar cube into his cup.

“I know, I know … But those 2430 souls are on you. You could easily have asked Barbatos who would be the successful Host.”

“You know I don’t roll like that. It’s boring to know everything—why do ya think I sealed away my powers?” Lord God added another sugar cube. “Ah, speaking of, what do you think of my newest recruit? The second genius I’ve encountered since I started this gig.”

“Hm, let’s see.” Drakul grabbed a flower-shaped cookie. “Sharp-witted, competent and ruthless. I say, they’d be an excellent queen.”

Lord God spat out his tea. “You can’t--cough--you can’t be serious.”

“You can't deny that there is a possibility." He turned to his butler. "Right, Barbatos?”

A mysterious look ghosted over Barbato's eyes, then he grinned subserviently. “It is as you say, sire.”

Author’s note:

If you know me from Tumblr then you already know that I have this headcanon: In the past Diavolo was a wild, rebellious blood knight but now he is desperate to maintain peace in the three realms because he fell in love with a human in the past and patiently waits for her reincarnation so he can welcome her as his queen. Also, he's only the crown prince in the Obey Me! storyline because he refuses to become king without his beloved.

Man, I know I poke fun at him for being a reckless idiot in the story, but damn.

And imagine all the crap he deals with for uniting the three realms--all that effort for a soul who didn’t even look back when she left. 🤧

(To have that kind of power on a man... Ate MC, paturo naman po. Charot lang. We must aspire to be good people haha)

Oh, and by the way--

I would like to clarify something since you guys keep making so many conspiracy theories.

Regarding the characters from the fictional worlds and the real world:

The Obey Me! Characters that manifest in the fictional worlds are treated as separate entities from those in the Real World. E.g. Lucifer from the CEO’s arc is different from the Lucifer in Diavolo’s arc/Real World, so if the same character appears twice, our MC will not compare their names, appearances, etc. Think of it as a perception filter. However, you can say that they are still connected because they are alternative selves of each other. So residual affections felt by CEO!Lucifer will be felt by Real World!Lucifer.

What was the third party interference at the end?

Unless the above story wasn't clear enough, the interference was Diavolo. 

Will MC have a harem?

Who knows.

Hope that makes things clear :D

(And please keep up with the praise, this madam would sell her firstborn for more praises from you guys.)

Until the next arc, my dear readers!

[dotthings]

Since Misha made his tweet about Destiel being the #1 of all time ship on AO3 as of the year 2021 the antis of twitter standom, predictably, have waxed wroth in anger and they are tagging Misha in it. This is the same subgroup/corner/lane who swears they never tag hate and they just mind their own business and everything that goes wrong in fandom is all the Misha/Destiel or Jensen fans fault, over and over. I'm surprised their hair doesn't spontaneously catch on fire every time they tweet their lies.

They're also hilaribad. So here's a quick recap of their antics tagged to Misha:

One particularly infamous anti tried to cheat by searching "Sam/Dean" on AO3 to claim W-ncest is the bigger ship with more fics. They're bad at math and they don't even know how to cheat the right way. Searching "Sam/Dean" rather than using the relationship tag will pull up every fic that has a character named Sam or Dean in it. That includes Destiel fics (Sam is in those too! A lot!) and various other fandoms.

"Unemployed actor"

Tagging Misha in w-ncest images. Misha, no wilting flower, and likely will not even see it, and if he does will be amused, but it shows how they tag their non-canon, fanon, imaginary, and very triggering subject matter ship to an actor who isn't even involved in it...with a motive of sending him hate. And these same stan accounts are the ones who will stomp around about how they're innocent and only the Misha/Destiel/Jensen fans are evil.

A "nice bibro" with hearts and "ship and let ship" on their profile tagged him to put down Destiel by comparing it to krill, the countless tiny crustaceans that live in the oceans, because nobody thinks about krill, but they love cat videos. Once again they have played themselves hilariously. Krill are essential in the oceans, and whales, penguins, and other sea life depend on them. There are entire eco-systems that would collapse without krill. Destiel is essential to the canon story (in S15 it was even *the* turning point) and essential to the fandom. Deal with it antis.

Tagging Misha in tweets about Jensen, using his now antiquated foot in mouth gif, and ranting how "disrespectful to Jensen" it is that Misha talk about a ship he is one half of and portrayed for 12 seasons and has every right to acknowledge (unless the cee dub sniper gets him). Once again these moldly wank bisquits ignore every supportive thing Jensen has said about Destiel, let alone acknowledge he protects fan readings (therefore, queer readings are valid) only care about using Jensen as a blunt instrument to beat up on a fictional ship they hate with unreasonable fervor. They don't care how they're normalizing falsely depicting Jensen as being against he ship he isn't against, or how that reflects on him. Losers.

Yanking the whole thing--which was about fanfic and the ship being loved in fandom--into how there's no Destiel is canon, tagged to Misha. First of all, no. Their ignorance of canon, media literacy, queer literary theory, and oh, the actual canon f*cking story, is again showing and it's all so they can claim their fanon incest ship exists in the story more than a valid LGBTQ+ ship that writers coded into scripts, put into the story, eventually made textual, and at worst, had to leave it partly ambiguous but not non-existent, only to suit corporate restrictions.

I hope these antis lie awake at night, tossing and turning over what a powerful love story Dean and Cas have, over how loved Destiel is, I hope it fills them with rage this ship won’t go away to suit their temper tantrums, and that tagging Misha in their ceaseless hate makes the milk in their coffee go sour. They must rock back and forth in the darkness, whispering that Destiel has no basis in canon to themselves over and over, to comfort themselves. I hope the next time they eat a bag of m&m's the blue and green m&m's give them an eye-twitch.

[thisisluxurytravel]

Champagne Tasting: The 5 Best Destinations

Champagne is a region less than 2 hours from Paris which makes for fantastic week-ends.  Champagne tasting totally fits my definition of luxury travel. The region is beautifull to wander around and most champagne house are open to the public and offer champagne tasting. Fun!

1. Epernay

Of course, Reims is the main city of the Champagne Area, but it is possible to discover the heart of this region.  Epernay, with its splendid facades of villas that enclose some of the most famous brands.Under the city hundred kilometres of wineries (throughout the region there are 600 kilometres of tunnels that host the precious bottles) and in the nearby abbey of Hautviller, the Benedictine monk Dom Pierre Pérignon gave life to the adventure. At the end of the seventeenth century he started the cultivation of pinot noir, pinot meunier and chardonnay grapes and invented the technique of their balanced assembly.Choosing Epernay as a starting point for wine tasting is the best decision, because in its surroundings there are several routes that you can follow.

2. Reims

Reims, with its one hundred and twenty thousand inhabitants, is the most important city in the region. Here the names of the great maisons coexist. This the perfect place where to buy your bottles. I want to mention the two wine shops on the square of the Cathedral of Reims, one on the left corner, Le Parvis, and one on the right, Cave des Sacres. The first is very firm on the big fashion maisons, the second one has a nice selection of small producers. Interesting prices, but it depends on the champagne. Nevertheless, Reims is not just champagne. Check out the "biscuit de Reims" by Fossier (rue Jacques Maritain), then the very typical (they were created in 1691) Bisquit Roses, but also the famous Macarons, as well as Nonnettes, Pain d'Épices and other specialities.

3. Aÿ

Few kilometres from Epernay, it is possible to reach the village of Ay, where you can knock on the door of the Deutz house, founded here by Wiliam Deutz and Pierre Geldermann in 1838 and today among the maisons of excellence. To taste the wines and visit the maison, it is absolutely worth to start with an excellent taste.

There are also many cooperative in the Champagne area and the most ancient is localized in Ay: the Collet-Cogevi to which hundreds of farmers give their grapes for the production of a dozen labels. The visit is interesting because this reality shows the many variations that the Champagne can have.

4. Baslieux-sous-Châtillon

To discover the land of pinot meunier, you should go to Baslieux-sous-Châtillon into the Marne Valley.

Eric Taillet, in the cellar that bears his name, can tell you all about this vine that, in few, vinify in purity.

Very traditional agriculture without any mechanical work and 35 thousand bottles produced: since the end of the 90s has reached great splendour and its wines are worth the stop in a less touristy and wilder area of the Champagne.

5. Champagne  SELOSSE at les Avises

When we talk about champagne, we cannot miss the champagne SELOSSE, probably one of the best and most exclusive champagne in the world.The champagne sélosse is not mass manufactured but it is raised and produced in the same way as the Bourgogne gets its great wines.

With 7.5 hectares of vines, Jacques Sélosse produces less than 60 000 bottles a year. Which when we compare it to the amount of champagne produced each year is a drop of water. This makes this champagne almost impossible to find.There is however a possibility to try this champagne and we are sharing it with you here:

Jacques Sélosse and his wife are also hoteliers .... Their hotel, called the Avises is a really charming hotel in the middle of the vineyards A gourmet restaurant is attached to the hotel for hotel guests and the wine accompanying the meal is of course champagne ... which could prove your only chance to taste this exclusive champagne.

TIPS

Great maisons such as Moët & Chandon, Veuve Clicquot, Pommery, Mumm, Piper-Heidsieck, but also Mercier (champagne reserved for the French market), Taittinger and Perrier-Jouët and others can be visited without an appointment. The organise the visits well, with lots of language guides and, depending on the formula chosen, also a tasting at the end. Dom Pérignon and other mythical names like Louis Roederer, Krug, Bollingernot provide visits. By the way, remember that in France after 17:00 no one gives you any more attention.

Completely different speech for the little ones. These producers also live on tourism, so they are almost always open and ready to receive you, in many cases even on Saturdays, since in most cases they live adjacent to the winery. Of course, I recommend contacting them in advance - now they all have the website.

[silly-jellyghoty]

Hi, my name is Comfortable Bisquit

[sastrugie]

links for fellow polar explorers

So,during the months of my obsession with dead polar explorers, I´ve been on quite some sites, that helped me with my research and to get to know the men better. (since my main interest is the terra nova expedition, alot of websites will be about it, but not all) I thought I should put some of them down here, in case anyone is interested :)

scottslastexpedition.org: I love this site! and I owe it alot, because it made me passionate about the whole thing. It´s basically a website some museum in New Zealand made for the 100-year-anniversary-exhibition and you can read alot of stuff, do a virtual tour through the exhibition, download teacher stuff, do interactive games AND pack your own sledge (I´m not kidding) 

coolantarctica.com: This site is a wonderland for anyone who is interested in antarctica in general! it features sciency stuff but also history related things. You can get facts about clothing, travelling, tools and alot of pictures and even food! Ieven tried to bake these sledging bisquits once...(like I said, a wonderland)

adam.antarcticanz.govt.nz: This is basically just another antarctica site, BUT it has very rare pictures (such as from press conferences of the SPRI, with alot of adorable Frank Debenham in them; just type his name in the search tool and you´ll see!) and they also have a live webcame of the Scott Base, so you can watch your favourite place in the world 24 hours a day.

bluepete.com: Bluepete is a mainly a history research page BUT I´m especially thankful for their “Terra Nova Section”! I love the small biographies and the well researched and illustrated articles. It´s really worth a read!

www.nzaht.org: so this is the new zealand antarctic heritage trust, aka the guys we have to thank for keeping the  Scott hut alive and conservating it. they have a loevely photo gallery and cool plans and maps of the huts. You can read Levicks diary on there too!

antarcticdiscovery.wordpress.com: This is rather a poetical site but still a treasure! The whole site revolves around the heroic age of polar exploration and they have a “Scott Expedition Blog” and you can read inspirational quotes from explorers or rare diary entries by people such as Tryggve Gran. They also have links to rare books and it´s just a good place to dwell on memories...

glacierbooks.com / bluntishambooks.co.uk: apropos rare books! These sites are both gems and have saved my life multiple times, they have the rarest polar books (and also quite cheap (polar-literature-cheap)) so If you´re a giant book nerd, just like me: What are you waiting for? (they also drop catalogues every month)

tomcreandiscovery.com: basically a site about Tom Crean, but you can find information about all the expeditions he has taken part in and that are quite alot!

spri.cam.ac.uk: Last but not least: The Scott Polar Research Institute. Man, this site is a goldmine (Thank you, Deb, Thank you!) you can read Scotts diaries for example, or hear the latest gossip about antartctica, get a PhD in “polar studies” or just wander through the giant picture library. I dont know what I would have done without this site, honestly. 

These were, of course, not all the sites I used for my researches, but the ones that stuck in my mind till now. I know, there´s a lot more out there, so if you know about other awesome polar websites: feel free to add them to this list! 

and now, enjoy :)

[promptistrashqueen]

A Royal Commission (4)

@fleetstreetfatality WHO YOU SHOULD ALL FOLLOW BECAUSE SHE”S PERFECT OKAY The cafe is….quaint is probably the word. It surprises him because the place looks like a blue collar sort of joint and yet, Noctis is leaning against the outside like he fits right in.

Prompto glances around, because he’s the Prince.No one is giving Noctis a second look. A couple people’s gazes linger on him though and he shifts uncomfortably, wondering why as he closes the distance to Noctis.

“Hey! Thanks for meeting me here, I hate bringing the car, everyone stares at it.”Prompto just blinks at him and then laughs, a tilt of his head and brightening of his eyes. Noctis grins at the sound and gestures to the building.

“Mama Claire has the best fries, outside of Kenny’s. They’re always so busy though.” He makes a disgruntled noise and pushes the door open, leaving Prompto to follow him in.

The inside is full of older booths and small tables cluttered with chairs, a bright blue and pink color scheme that reminds him of every late night film he’s ever seen, and a counter where a woman in a blue uniform stands, smiling a little.

“Hey boys. Just the two of ya?”Noctis nods and they are lead to a booth off to the side, the wall beside Prompto is clustered with photos of unfamiliar faces on fishing ventures. He takes a moment to appreciate some of the better shots but Noctis’ laugh draws him back.

“Marice always seats me here, she likes to show off the fish her husband catches.”Prompto raises an eyebrow at Noct, even as he reaches to look over the menu sitting in front of him.

“Fishing is great dude.” Noctis sounds like he’s restraining himself from something and Prompto can hear the excitment in his tone. He glances up and grins, “I’ve never been, but I bet it’s awesome. You should tell me about it Prince Charmless.”

Noctis laughs in response and it makes Prompto’s toes curl a little as he shifts again, looking back down at the menu as Noctis starts to tell him about fishing adventures.

He finds himself getting drawn in quickly, laughing as Noctis describes the size of a fish Gladiolus and him caught once, his eyebrows furrowing and annoyance touching his features when he mentions all the shit Gladio gave him for how much he struggled.

“It’s not my fault I’m not half-behemoth! He’s the one who nearly let it go though, trying to grab it like an idiot.”

Prompto waggles his eyebrows, “Guess he’s not used to handling big items huh?”

Noctis’ eyes light up and they both end up laughing far too loudly as the waitress comes back for their orders. It’s warm and the food smells amazing around them and Prompto finds himself leaning forward in his seat, animatedly explaining his dream shot of a catoblepas.

“Okay I know it’s probably the dumbest thing to try but can you imagine how cool it would be the get a shot that close? All the ladies would loooove it.”

Something flashes in Noctis’ eyes but it’s already gone when he just sighs, “Just don’t get yourself killed before you finish my tattoo blondie.”

Prompto rolls his eyes, “As if, I never leave work undone...well...okay, artwork at any rate...how’s it feeling by the way?”

Noctis rolls his shoulders, as though testing, “It’s alright, still a little sore and I’ve been careful not to lay on it or anything. Ignis’ been helping me put the stuff you gave me on it and keep it clean and all. It feels a little dry though so..”

He shrugs.Prompto nods and is about to respond when his food arrives. There’s a plate of fries between them and an open face burger covered in green chili for Noctis, a plate of bisquits and gravy for Prompto. He can already smell it all and nearly forgets what he was going to say.

“Im glad it’s doin’ alright..this looks so good man, I’m going to have to put in an extra hour tomorrow but, it’s so worth it…” He cuts a bite and then pauses, “If you want, I’ve got some of the stuff with me, I can put it on your ink when we’re done eating?”

Noctis, mouthful of fries nods quickly and gives him a thumbs up. Silence falls between them as they focus on their food, Prompto sighs happily at the taste of good gravy and snags a fry to dip into it, his laugh turned into a giggle at Noctis’ glare.

“This is unfairly good, how are you so thin?”

Noctis just shrugs at that, “Iggy’s pretty big on me not eating out too much, so probably that. Well, and Gladio thinks an unbruised skin means I’m not working hard enough so…”

Prompto nods, “Yeah he seemed pretty intense, those feathers...some of them could not have felt nice. I think I learned a bunch of new swear words from him during one of our last sessions...It’s still pretty cool though.”

Noctis raises an eyebrow, “Yeah? He say it hurt?”

Prompto laughs, his grin tilting a little more than usual, “I will happily tell you in high detail about how hard he was squeezing the chair and “mother of a shiva fucking cuntlicker that fuckin’ hurts” especially when I did the names.”

Noctis laughs, falling back in his seat, “He told me that it was a piece of cake...liar. What names?”

Prompto pauses, fork stuck in what’s left of his food, “Uh, I figured you’d noticed them..he’s got a few names in some of the feathers on his chest? Said they were people he wanted to keep close to him.”

Noctis’ smile is softer but still edged with mischief, “Oh yeah? Big guy’s gettin’ soft on me…”

Prompto sticks his tongue out a little, “Better not harass him too much or he’ll come in to have yours covered.”

The look on Noctis’ face when he realizes what Prompto’s telling him send the blonde into another laughing fit. He reaches out and pats Noctis’ hand, chuckling.

“Y-yeah, he’s got your name on there dude...don’t worry it’s not weird.”

Noctis gives him a long look at then casual asks, “Not weird like you’re wall of pictures of me?”

Prompto chokes on air and glares at Noctis, “It’s not a wall of just you Noct! The citadel is pretty and you’re pretty and I wasn’t trying to take so many but you just kept being there at the right time and I dunno…”

Noctis’ cheeks are a little pink but he asks anyways, “I’m pretty huh?”

“Yes! My camera thinks so too, it always registers your face and when I was trying to draw you earlier I figured out why, you have perfect porportions and it’s not fa-” He cuts off at the grin spreading over Noctis’ cheeks, “Eos, I just admitted all of that huh?”

Noctis nods, still grinning, “It’s cool man, I know you’re about the ladies.”

Prompto flushes and waves a hand, “Yeah...sorta.”

Noctis gives him a look, his eyes pinching a bit and frowning in concentration, “Okay..sorta?”

“Look...does it matter?”

“Yeah...and no. You can do you, but I’d like to know if I have a shot.”

Prompto’s pretty sure he’s dead, that he’s somewhere on his way to heaven, because there’s no way the Prince just admitted to wanting a shot with him, let alone to liking guys.

“O-I..I’m sorry? With me?”

Noctis smiles at him and shrugs, “If it’s weird, I get it but...I dunno, you’re pretty cute and you let me rant about fishing, so, yeah, why not?”

Prompto doesn’t know if it’s his overzealous heart or his troublesome mouth that gets him into it, but he nods jerkily, “Yeah...yeah I think you have a shot, highness.”

[silly-jellyghoty]

Yes, this is totaly a thing. Especialy if the dog has a human name like mine because everyone understands that Bisquit and Lady is a pet. But Alan or Lili? Not so sure.

And so i can say stuff like:

He loves playing with sticks and pulling out grass when we are in park. Pinecones are fascinating too.

He's prety calm most of the time but if i ask him to stand up and move when he's sitting or laying or playing with his toys in weird places or in the way, he whines and talks back but eventualy listens.

He doesn't like hair brushing but can be bribed with snacks to stand still for a few minutes.

His favourite toy is duck and he drags it with him everywhere. Consequently, he often forgets where he dropped it and then cries while running around looking for it.

He's too small to climb on my tall couch on his own so i have to help him on only so he can decide that he would rather like to play on carpet after all.

He sleep talks a lot.

He loves playing with kids and dogs but is scared of barking. As such, chihuahuas are a no.

He's absolutely hypnotized by cats but won't chase them nor move as long as they aren't at least 10 meters far. I think he's both fascinated and scared of them at the sam time.

He's curious about sheeps but only has courage to face them when they are behind a fence. If he's inside their ring he gets closer only when they are turned the other way.

He can't stand garlic and onion. And celery.

List goes on.

So while I was getting my haircut, the lady asked me if I had other plans for the day and I said:

“I’m just going to pick up the boy from daycare and then it’s date night.”

And the lady says “Oh! How old is he?”

“He’s three.”

“Mine too! Where are you registering him for kindergarten it’s such a hassle-”

And that’s when I realized I said “boy” and not “dog” because I always think of Charlie as “good boy” but this slip up has lead to a miscommunication.

The lady is now 6 minutes into a clearly needed rant about how unnecessarily complex shopping for schools is, esp when you have a neurodivergent child, so I can’t just tell her that Charlie is a dog because then she’ll feel awkward for unloading on me and she clearly has enough going on.

So the rest of the haircut became a game of “how much can I say about Charlie without revealing that he is not a human child?” And the answer is “enough to cover a half hour hair appointment, quite possibly several hours worth if I’m specific enough”

[reaganace2-blog]

Why can't you live without a dog?

"When I look into a dogs eyes I don't see just an animal I see a human being a loving soul" - A.D Williams. I think this quote works with the topic of my blog today "why do you think humans couldn't survive without a dogs", to me you people today look at dogs as their friend wether it's a dog groomer or an infant who just grows up with the dog. Dogs definitely have almost the same feelings as we do, they can sense a lot from humans. When I was 7 I had a miniature schnauzer and his name was bisquite (weird name right?). He was the best dog I had ever had I grew up with him right by my side from the age of 7 until I was 12 when he got hit by a car. My heart my was so sad and that's when I decided that dogs are more than just pets but they also have feelings.

[devildom-dedicated-daydreams]

After Story (Yandere!Asmodeus x Reader)

This is the After Story to: The Ill Boy Seduces the Yandere School Idol

Pairing: Asmodeus x MC, Asmodeus x Reader

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On his first day at the orphanage, Asmodeus was pushed down a well at the back of the main house.

He was bullied by boys and the girls were too scared to defend him.

He was alone.

However, he learned that because he was beautiful, he could sway people’s hearts. Using that face of a doll, Asmodeus would get back at all his bullies simply by crying in front of the right people.

The kid that pushed him in the well had to sleep without dinner. The girl that cut his hair had to kneel on mung beans for an hour.

Yes, from a young age, Asmodeus learned that appearance spoke louder than anything. So he hid whatever he truly felt, looked pretty and told people what they wanted to hear.

He was adopted by a wealthy couple and was the apple of everybody’s eyes. But despite all the fame, Asmodeus felt empty. What was the point of these parents who saw him as a commodity? What use were these fans who were more interested in his looks than his talent?

But he kept these thoughts buried deep inside. He seeked comfort in strangers, because even if it was one night, at least he could feel loved.

He was okay with these shallow affections until you arrived.

You were too kind, too gentle for him. Maybe that’s why you left …

“Ne, MC, look at this. We won first place! Not that I doubted us.” Asmodeus approached the sofa cradling the trophy like it was an infant. However, there was a heavy weight in his stomach as he neared your body.

“MC?”

He put down the trophy and put a hand on your forehead. You were cold and still.

“Is this to get back at me for teasing you earlier? It won’t work, I’m the king of teasing.”

You did not speak.

He pinched your cheek and spoke more loudly, “MC?”

He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He pulled you into his arms and yelled your name over and over before the staff arrived.

“Wake up, sweetie, we won! Look, the trophy’s here. Please wake up.”

Tears flowed down his amethyst eyes as one personnel reached over to check your pulse. She shook her head but Asmodeus ignored her.

“Wake up, MC! Don’t … don’t leave me behind … “

He shrugged off anyone who touched him and hugged you tightly. “I promise to wake you up the next time we win so forgive me this once. Wake up, honey, please?”

But the body he held was motionless, the soul had already left and Asmodeus was alone again.

After your corpse was taken away, Asmodeus left the auditorium without speaking to anyone, not even potential contractors.  

He didn’t know how long he lay on his bed, relishing your scent on the pillows. The lilies you received were now completely wilted but you didn’t get rid of them so neither did he.

He closed his eyes and saw your face smiling at him.

“Not fair,” he choked, “you’re too unfair.”

He then slowly pulled himself up and finally noticed his phone vibrating crazily with notifications. It was all questions from his “loyal fans” and news about the man you loved before him.

Asmodeus buried his face in his hands and burst into tears.

Then the sobbing turned into laughing.

“Right, it’s unfair. It’s unfair that they all get to live when you’re gone. And if you’re gone then … ” He removed his hands to reveal a pair of red, psychotic eyes.

“Then what’s the point of everyone else living?”

***

@karmaaf @mac-the-oregonian @imagine-my-hero-and-vills

@notgotbot @lady-naho @viptrash @cinnamon-bisquit xxnio-chanxx

Author’s note: The next arc will no longer be a modern au. I can’t decide whether it’s going to be set in an Imperial Harem (Ancient China-inspired world) or a European household, so the next update may take a while hehe