I have figured out how to find my count! Viewing the page source and then searching for the word "received' brought me to here.
I’ve continued to monitor my page source as my words changed and here’s what I have so far:
MAX = 1,000
LOL = 1,100
OMG = 2000
WOW = 4,000
*-* = 5,000!
WHY = 6,000
PLZ = 7,000
AAA = 7,500
;_; = 8000
O_O = 8,500
T_T = 9,000
<33 = 9,500
BLR = 10,000
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New headcanon of the day:
Shadow Milk would sing really loudly and dramaticaly teenage girl pop songs to annoy the fuck out of the other beasts. And also did with Elder fairy. And he now does it to annoy Pure Vanilla.
I am a firm believer that Pure Vanilla in his nightmares sometimes he founds him singing "Call me maybe" in the most obnoxious and fake girly voice he can. And everytime he is going on with his day and "Oops I did it again" randomly gets stuck in his head, he knows is Shadow Milk's fault.
This also aply to songs from adds or any really well know song.
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An addition to the cocktail chapter of the @worldsbeyondpod Unofficial Cookbook:
Honey With A Note Of Song
an absinthe wash (the green fairy, for your roots)
2 oz. rye (your liquor of choice, strong and spicy)
1/4 oz. pine and rosemary honey syrup (you cannot go home again)
1 barspoon of saline solution (for your first divine smite, where you found your breath once more)
1-2 dashes of peychauds bitters (because this is a play on a sazerac)
a grapefruit twist (a touch of the bitterness age has brought you)
serve in a glass reminiscent of a chalice
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MC and Solomon's demon relations
(+18)
[MC chatting with Solomon while Belphie naps on their lap]
MC: I’m still kind of jealous that you have a pact with Barbatos.
Solomon: You have all seven brothers - and you can always call on me for anything. You’re my favorite, most precious apprentice, after all. What more do you need?
Belphie, shifting in your lap: Gross.
MC: Shh, go back to sleep, Bel. Anyway, I know that, but Barbatos is so powerful.
Solomon: And hot?
MC: Extremely hot. The only thing that evens the playing field is his fear of rats. It’s got to suck to have his weakness be a small creature I could literally hold in my hands.
Solomon: To be fair, I know something you could hold in your hands that would make me weak, too.
MC: I swear, if you’re talking about-
Solomon: Yes, my dick.
MC: . . .
Belphie: You don’t even need to use both hands for mine.
MC: I thought I told you to go back to sleep!
Solomon: Did he just. . .?
MC: Yeah, he doesn’t mind admitting he’s on the smaller side.
Belphie: Small dick, open mind. I provide options and variety, what do you offer?
Solomon: This is more information than I wanted to learn today.
Belphie: Next time don’t flirt with my human right in front of my face. Now, take your decent 5.5 and find someone else to handle it.
Solomon: How did- MC?
MC: It wasn’t me.
Belphie: Only two more guesses. Or was it three?
Solomon: . . .
MC: Three of the brothers? Nice. Which ones?
Solomon: No. We're not doing this.
MC: Come on, tell me~!
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