#thread guide for me

[lost-fool-wandering]

SINGER 45 K1

[rxttenfish]

theres a post going around thats driving me insane so i have to comment on it

no, lighter bones are NOT associated with secondarily aquatic animals!!! its the opposite!!! secondarily aquatic animals often acquire DENSER bones than their relatives!!!! not only does this help them be more stable in the water column, but it also acts as ballast to help them SINK!! they do NOT want to float!! they want to achieve a density that is roughly equivalent to that of the water around them and achieve neutral buoyancy so that it is equally as energy efficient to dive as it is to surface! secondarily aquatic animals already have lungs and fat stores and other things which are less dense than water and thus would float, so they need something to offset that, which often results in things like denser bones!!

penguins have denser bones than other birds! whales acquired denser bones in their evolution to a marine lifestyle! the extremely high density of spinosaurid bones is one of the primary arguments for them having an aquatic lifestyle!!!

[speakofthedebbie]

you (read: i) asked so you shall recieve: radioapple fic recs august 2024 update!!

the following are the ones from the last post w/some minor changes (think: misspellings and even more osas praising) (sorry for the re-tags!!):

Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before the Next Angelic War by @miribalis

just yes. thousand times yes. so basically my boy luci has some sleep troubles and that somehow leads to a qpr with al look its been a while ok just read it

Managerial Liberties by the same fella

these two tags explain it pretty well

something that sticks out to me about this is that charlie is actually (reasonably) cold to adam and like. im actually surprised with how little ive seen that. i mean i dont think id be exactly buddy-buddy with my besties killer either. only 4 chaps as of writing but already looking to be a radioapple classic. has the same vibe as bedtime rituals, but it is NOT a sequel

devils don't fly (don't expect me not to fall) by @corgiss

also just yes. basically a really not cool joke evolves into a blossoming romance because why wouldnt it. (man if i had a nickel for every radioapple fic that had a masquerade that was sabotaged by the vees- *gets shot bc i cant mention osas yet*)

i’ll hold you close (i’ll stay the course) by the same fella

the entire time i was just going "yas king! put that egotistical flatscreen in his place!!". basically luci reminds the overlords who he is and vox shows he can be more of a threat than he lets on.

ykw fuck it just the entire series (i didnt mention i would give anything to not give a shit (but i do) and my perfect rock bottom (my beautiful trauma) because the first one sounded a lil too angsty and ive gotten enough of that from other sources [pointedly glares at Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love {also coming up later!}] and the second is (mostly) smut

Of Saints and Sinners by the forever amazing @morningstarwrites!! (if you see this i have a serious question: is this your first time ever writing a fic? because how do you get so much right the first time- [not even beginners luck could explain this level of skill])

if youre even half the radioapple fanatic i am and havent read this, literally what are you doing?? i could sing its praises until my death bed but ill hold off so i can explain whats happening. basically after burning down a meeting room several times, luci and al make a deal ("not a deal!", luci laments to the void): they will attempt to be civil and maybe even friendly, with some daily compliments sprinkled along the way, and by the end luci will owe al a favour. whats the favour? read it yourself dammit! seriously, 10/10, i foam at the mouth every friday

Quietly, It Slips Through Your Fingers, Love by Starlit_Rainfall (no tumblr in sight, so AO3) (i. urgfgh. what happened. i was just smiling over the fluff while crossing to go to school. where did it go. where did it gooooo)

if thats anything to go by, the last few chapters have been rough. the fluff feels so far away that i cant even explain what happens. luci was waxing poetic about swimming in maple syrup for al, i remember that much. lilith is particularly an asshole even tho we havent seen her yet (or maybe we have. idr, mightve chatted with al) also emily is there (fallen) and has a lil smth to do with als and liliths deal. if you read it, warning for the gut punch of angst that starts chap 32 "She/Her" (though the chapter before that, "Should Alastor Know By Now?" ends pretty rough too)

Freely We Serve by @romanaxe

i dont remember how i managed to stumble upon this but im having a great time. basically alastor is a new sinner fresh in hell (but time doesnt matter and the whole cast is still here) and thinks "what better way to gain power than be the personal assistant of the heartbroken king of hell!" features a 6-7 (rosies words) year old charlie and a morally dubious lilith (also i loved eepy al X3)

A Family Forged in Hellfire by Green_Ghostwriter (once again, no Tumblr, so AO3)

this ones a bit newer (10 chaps), is so far mostly exposition and the slowburn pot hasnt even been put on the stove, but as just a hazbin fic in general i see the potential. basically its a 1920s(30s?) au where heaven decides little charlie doesnt deserve to be raised in hell and is sent to earth with a "foster" family where her actions in life will determine witch realm she will return to after death. her "parents", al and mimzy, are given false memories so they can claim the girl as their own and gee i wasnt kidding when i said it was a lot of exposition. erm honestly explaining anymore would tech be spoiling so go read it!!

The Red Thread That Binds Us by @scun-gilli

{{future me prefacing this by saying i have no idea where i was going with yesterdays thought process, all you need to know from it was im on chapter 27. also scungilli your comment is making me very worried 😟 well theres no mcd tag so im sure itll fine, right? RIGHT, SCUNGILLI??}}

basically its a king x kings guard au where al and luci grow up together and only grow closer after a. certain life event for al (its fine guys trust :)) [she said, like a liar]) then al is sent off for royal guard training school (ik its not called that i forgor 😭) but dw he comes back. just watch out for graphic depictions of injuries (i think thats this fic) angst and a sneaky eve bc radioapple fics are allergic to happiness (or maybe im not looking hard enough lol) (also im really tempted to make the friendship bracelets they had 👀)

somewhere down the line by kj_crwm (AO3 link)

this one starts off as human!alastor/lucifer but by the middle(?) its just regular radioapple. basically al is encountered by luci while finishing off a job who agrees to keep quiet. luci just keeps on showing up, reveals hes the devil to which al us just like "lol ok" and eventually they get in a relationship (ooh lala 👀) but they break up after saying some hurtful things to each other (oh nono 👀) with luci promising al they will never cross paths again. if you watched the show then well. you know that doesnt happen 😂 most human!al radioapple have al summon him (no hate to them) so this was an interesting change of pace

new recs below!! ↓↓

Alastor and Lucifer do whatever the Hell this is (series) by Vagabond_Sloth (personally asked, no Tumblr, but they might make one 👀)

i know this is radioapple fic rec post but... *cough* Husk and Angel do a Romance for some soft huskerdust *cough* anyway- basically, a perplexing flower arrangement leads to a blossoming something between the resident radio demon and king of hell. seriously, its some good shit, and the author is really nice!

A Compliment A Day by @decembercamiecherries

spinning this around in my head at all times

basically, a classic "charlie makes al and luci compliment each other as a bonding excessive" but it does not disappoint (check out her other three radioapple fics too)

a lovely night (lalaland is that you??) and pancakes, small talk by @mirotic_chess (X Twitter account)

in a lovely night they do a lil dancey dancey and in pancakes, small talk luci makes some pancakes!!

Sin and Sentiment and Time On My Hands by demon_fawn (supposed Tumblr leads to a dead end)

oh my god future debs here and i am so fucking tired of doing these descriptions but. um. the plot for sin and sentiment def seems very interesting and time on my hands is an incomplete (but good!) attempt at radioapple week. hmm not sure if they still post bc the most recent update was july 12th

honestly just every radioapple fic by @otoshigo (i think ive read all but Forbidden Fruit of the Poisonous Tree)

if you look underneath the little island that is radioapple, on god otoshigo is one of the creators holding it up. all 19 (yes, 19. we eatin good tonight [excluding forbidden fruit]) of their radioapple fics are fantastic, buuut if i had to recommend anything specific: A Guide to the Care and Maintenance of the King of Hell (fuck count furfur!) and The Devil's Trip to the Big Apple

not to continue the trend, but basically anything by @thief-of-eggs (even the singular huskerdust) but personal recommendations: Trust and Hair Pets and Let Me Be Your Shelter (sickfics 🔛🔝)

idk if youll catch me doing the descriptions for these anymore shit was exhausting

tagging time!!!! (i want to end it all)

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

how come I love leading class and reading groups and small groups and lectures and conference papers and book clubs

and I HATE leading Women's Bible Study

[bonefall]

As a big sibling with a lil sib with epilepsy, when they read TBC they Honestly thought if they got struck with lightning reciting the lord's prayer they'd be cured like Shadowsight is from their epilepsy. I had a discussion with them on how that's not how it works, but ge was so upset they took it away from Shadowsight that he hasn't picked the books back up and has stated that 'he hopes Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.,'

I do not even know how to respond to this besides saying that your little sibling is 100% right to be pissed and I now also hope Ashfur wins and starts a new religion.

[waywardsalt]

god im so glad i got smt iv and decided to go in blind

[p2ii]

been seeing alot of info abt DIY hrt since the election results (albeit underneath layers upon layers of discource) but I urge ppl to start doing their research if that's something you want for yourself.

[faerunscursed]

It was dangerous, to venture outside of the Last Light In due to Shadow curse. And only would anyone leave the grounds with a source of protection, whether be with Selune's blessing to protect you from lesser effects or the light moon lantern. Even so, you never did it alone. These were the rules placed upon the land by Jaheira and Isobel. It was, after all what kept them all safe and protected from the many shadows that plagued the area. Lord knows they had lost so many already.

Not only that, but it protected them from Ketheric's forces. As no one who'd allied with him, who bore his curse, could ever enter. The only exception was Isobel herself. Whom, despite being cursed and tainted by her revival as shown in her veins that none could see, was protected by Selune. Only she could truly step into the cursed lands without consequence. However, she knew it wasn't wise, not with her father out there. For eventually he would send someone to retrieve her.

Unfortunately it was a full moon, and that only meant one thing for her, that soon she would change and if she didn't go now everyone would be in danger. So, she confided in Jaheira, whom was the only one who knew about her affliction, before leaving the safety of what had been her home since rebirth. There was the sensation of being followed, but it was ignored in favor of the painful shifting of bones in her hands, the way her cracked and forced her to lean forward. The change was quick, as she fell to the ground once she was out of view, a primarily silverish white coat of fur with black patches replacing skin. Hands and feet became all fours as she ran through the shadows, seeking out food, undead that would not stand a chance against sharp teeth and claws.

Of course the wolf had no idea that she would soon have company. @crownofthorm

[goldenthreadstories]

@patetpluvia sent in an ask ;; “Over my dead body!” - Edward (Also Al if you want)

"NIX NO!! GET OUT OF HERE!!"

Ed couldn't move right now he was terrified and it wasn't just because his brother was busted and he was scared about that but now Nix stood between them and Envy.

He couldn't even speak, he heard Al shout, scream for her to get out of here and he wanted to do the same, but he couldn't find the words or more could not find the way to let them out, minus the light whimpers of distress.

The ringing in his ears so loud, he couldn't let this happen, god damn it legs let him get up, let him save her. Let him get them out of here. He couldn't lose her not like Nina, not like this.

"Nin...Nix...Please...Go..."

[camcorderrevival]

can't believe my writing reminded you of sylvia plath and shirley jackson omg. thank you!!!

all summer ive been thinking of the bell jar and hangsaman as two parts of some trinity, fleur and the wolf has easily filled the missing third spot!!

[lost-fool-wandering]

Siruba kolečková

[marlynnofmany]

Them: “What’s your villain’s face-fashion like? Suave mustache, evil goatee? Hair as black as their soul?”

Me: “Pfft, no. My villains are blonde. One’s got a Karen haircut and the other looks like Prince Charming from Shrek.”

[obviouschangeling]

Humans are Space Orcs Concept: what if we were the only sapient species with the concept of the Afterlife and Psychopomps?

This is from my own universe, in which all of the old fairy tale species are actually based on aliens: either their remains, members of the species that got lost and landed on earth, or stories from those lost aliens. (Fairies never stopped kidnapping people, humans just caught on to their origin as extraterrestrial instead of extraplanar.)

Anyway, the Story!

Captain Khantannon's brush with Death

Khantannon thumped his tail in surprise. He was lying in the fields of his home planet, just outside of Todrommo City. He ran a hand over the teal grass and stared at the familiar lilac sky arching above him. Khantannon pushed himself up to sit, perplexed. He had died, he was sure of it. He had a hazy recollection of lying ignobly on his bed in his ship being tended to by Kinn-Dotor with Jaiya sitting at his side and refusing to leave. She had muttered under her breath, expletives and prayers both-- though to whom or what he did not know-- begging for him to get better. She need not have bothered, he could tell his body temperature was cooling far too quickly to be recovered from and that he would solidify soon. He should have changed his Arrangements to have his body be sold to provide for his crew, but dismissed the thought. Commander Ashe was the most flinty Fae he had ever met, but she would take care of her assets, if her rumored treatment of her rumored half-human daughter was any indication.

Still, he gazed around, concerned at the familiarity of his surroundings. There was no way that he was alive, and his ship hadn’t even been in the same quadrant as his home, much less close enough for him to have been placed on its surface while still unconscious. And yet, there was the great citadel, looking over the fields in which he sat, its shining columns and faceted domes that were made from the crystalized bodies of the Great Ancestors looking as real and shining as bright as they always had in his youth.

It had always been a point of pride for young Khantannon (then known as Tan as he had yet to earn his full name) that both the base of the citadel and the apex of its largest dome were his own ancestors-- the great father and great mother, respectively, surrounding all who entered the citadel, supporting them and shining light on them. Dragons (and he was surprised that he no longer thought of the human given moniker with disdain) from his lineage were rare, chrysoberyl being just as rare on Alantar-3-5 as it was almost everywhere else.

He shook himself from his musings. He needed to find answers, and his ship. (He didn’t bother with looking for his crew. While he was a little, itty bitty, bit worried for them, he knew none of them would be dumb enough to try to come down to the surface.)

He was about to lever himself into standing when he caught sight of a tiny figure approaching from the direction of the capital. The figure was much smaller than any creature who would inhabit the planet normally, and he oddly felt the desire to not loom over it. It seemed important, in an abstract sort of way. So, he waited for the figure to turn off the road and make its way over the field, stopping at his side. He still had to look down a bit to see the figure; a Changeling-- half human, half fae-- still in its adolescence. 

The Changeling looked at him with warm brown eyes, both different and not to the cold black of her fae parent, and offered him a hand. He opened his mouth to tell her the assistance wasn’t necessary, but what came out was:

“How are you here? Without special equipment, Changelings would float away into the atmosphere and die.” The girl, for she was a girl, he knew, in the way one knows things in dreams, chimed a laugh.

“This place is not your real home, it is in your mind.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye (a human trait, Khantannon was sure, even if fae had tear ducts they would never cry. Especially not from laughter.) “Even if it were real, it wouldn’t matter; I am more powerful than any other concept.” She smiled.

“You… are a concept?” Khantannon scrunched up his snout-- another tick acquired from his proximity to a human. “I do not understand, you are a Changeling, aren’t you?”

“I am.” The girl nodded. “But I am also the concept of Death the Guide. The Changeling is simply the most appropriate form, as a Changeling can be seen as a transition between Human and Fae, so can Death be seen as a way point between one world and the next. You, however, are one of the few with a choice to make.”

“A Choice?”

“Yes. You are not dead quite yet. You can choose: stay in the land of the living…” The Changeling made a gesture with her hand, opening a hole in the dream to where Kinn-Dotor and Jaiya rushed about, covering him in blankets, stoking fires, and dragging in heaters to keep him from crystallizing. Jaiya was doing most of the work now, as the room was getting too hot for Kinn-Dotor’s wooden body to handle, though he still cracked branches at the other crew members to get them moving, “... or you can come with me.” She extended her hand once more.

He reigned in a flinch, shifting a bit where he sat as he looked between the portal and the unwavering hand outstretched to receive his.

“I’ve never heard of anything beyond this life.”

“No, most species have not. Death the Guide was once a purely human construct. One of my earliest forms was that of a ferryman who would carry the souls of the deceased into the underworld to face judgment for their deeds in life. I have taken many forms in many cultures. You know the power of human belief firsthand, it is capable of managing incredible things. Over the centuries that humans have mingled and mixed with the many other species in the universe, a strange thing began to occur. Suddenly, I was responsible for all intelligent species that had come into contact with humanity. I became real, and present in a way that I never had been before, and the amount of species in my care continues to grow as humanity expands. The only way I can explain it is that those who have the ability of hearing about me, of knowing my story, are now mine to Guide. I am no longer Death, the Guide of Humanity, but Death, the Guide of People.”

Khantannon was stunned. To think, humans had such a power to shape the world that they could create a guide into the next one. To think, he was a person that humans would want to share their Guide with. Fear gripped him, of what waited for him beyond. His mind went to all of the human funerary rituals that he had derided as insanity: the prayers, the food, the music, the tears, in his world dead was dead, all that was left to do was to sell off the gemstones that made up the deceased. The thought that there was something beyond this, somewhere he would go, where he would be without his friends or comrades, somewhere with multitudes of humans… The Changeling-- Death, his mind supplied-- smirked at him.

“Do not fear too much, Captain. Humans have been destroying and degrading each other for far longer than you have been alive.” Still, he couldn’t bring himself to be easy.

“I want to return.” He said, absurdly grateful that he had the option. Death nodded at him and dropped her hand. Her face shifted to the clear coldness of crystal.

“I should warn you, Captain, that the road back will not be easy, and after that recovery will not be swift.”

“I will not let pain stop me.” Death eyed him thoughtfully, before nodding once more.

“Then I suggest you follow that road,” She turned and pointed towards the stone paved road that led into the mountains, “and let your crew guide you back.”

Khantannon did not know how to ask what she meant. Instead he nodded to her and finally stood up, determined to make it back home. He had taken only a few steps when he paused, an urge taking hold of him. He called out to the Changeling who was Death.

“Do you have a name? Other than Death, I mean.”

The Changeling had already been making her way back towards the capital. She flipped around to walk backwards-- not bothering to slow her pace-- and met his eyes with a grin.

“This form is known as Arturia Ashe.”

[gctchell]

@sinnerswinners asked: ❛ i am the devil, and i am here to do the devil’s work. ❜ luci for Lilith /// asdhfuaha sorry for the double lucife I saw this and it was perf

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned most egregiously." Lilith's fingers steepled together in a fashion that mocked the general prayer, woven together and twisting her hands upside down at an angle that looked.. painful. An onlooker might think her wrists have snapped and dislocated themselves in some terrible fashion, but the way she smiled told no story of pain. No, it was the exact opposite. "The Devil has invaded my sanctuary for I am weak of will, and tempted by his ways."

The "nun" drew back across the dark chapel room, arms drawn close as she gasped. "I am a bride of Christ, Lucifer. Your work has no place here in this hallowed sanctuary!"

[escortofpherae]

continuation from here x c:

"sorry?"

Isadora stares for a moment as reality sinks in- This was not the best place to have this kind of conversation, but she was so scared of letting him leave again. What if he decided to run again? To vanishes from her grasp after everything that has happened?

Half of her wishes this was all just a nightmare, that she would wake up alone again and simply pretend that everything was ok. The sheer fact that she had to face her pain after pushing it back for so long brought tears to her eyes. It was hard to tell if they were out of frustration or joy.

'sorry.... sorry.... that's all you have to say?' is what her mind thought about saying first but her eyesight had become distractingly blurry. She was.. crying knowing that she was not in control of whatever raw emotion was expressing itself towards him. In the past she had always imagined that this moment would be bittersweet, that the two of them would be able to move past such a tragic event in their lives... but it seems fate had its own ideas.

"Harken-- Harken just stop--!" words strong enough to break through tears as onlookers mumbled between themselves. Isadora took a deep breath "I don't... I don't need to hear your excuses" This.. This was not the man she had fallen in love with. She cannot imagine what he had gone through, to be the only one left alive but in her eyes, was this not a good enough reason to return home?

Now he speaks of punishment, the idea of such cruelity makes a chuckle between her tears be heard as she glances over at anything else in the room "No punishment will equal the pain I felt. Nothing."

[quietlyblooms]

going insane bc of lore's reply, and it's also made me think about how after the explosion in her lads verse, that " hand of fate " chiyo used to feel throughout her life is suddenly gone. she doesn't feel it trying to guide her anymore. why? bc chiyo isn't struggling against it anymore. her dreams and passion for art are the furthest things from her mind -- the life she thinks she should be leading and the desire to break free from her circumstances are the furthest things from her mind.

she's consumed by grief and her need for answers, so chiyo does what she always does in response to major stressors. she throws herself into her work. she fully commits to hunting wanderers and then to getting into the n109 zone, and that's exactly what fate wants. those actions will lead her to where she needs to be and the people she needs to meet. fate no longer pushes her along because chiyo is already pushing herself plenty and likely will not stop until she figures out what happened to josephine and caleb.