ALOT OF new stuff for the Dino Island me and my wife made- I got more too- but for now. Have this little bundle~

Yeah but have you ever looked at those water enhancers and thought about how much it would tickle if someone was dripping glacially cold water into your navel and then they sprayed a water enhancer and the jet of flavor just like poked the bottom of your twitching navel and then they stirred it up with one of those coffee straws making chilly tickly bellybutton juice and warned you about having to start over if you spill you silly giggly wiggly cup and then they slowly sipped it out with all that motion of the straw and suction force teasing like madly which is nothing compared to the sensory shock you get when their warm tongue comes into lap up the remainder.

"Hell’s Hounds"

“Hell Hounds,” Dazai said. “We’ll be the Hell Hounds."

He wrote it in bold, chalk letters across the top of the blackboard.

Hell Hounds

Then, he paused. "Well, you’re the Hell Hounds. I’m just...”

“Hell,” Ron supplied unhelpfully.

Instead of pulling a face, like Ron probably expected, Dazai beamed. “You’re right! It’s more like ‘Hell’s Hounds’ then, isn’t it? With an apostrophe.”

In the small space between the word Hell and Hounds, Dazai drew in a tiny 's. He had to write it crooked to make it fit.

Hell's Hounds, it read proudly.

“Hell’s Hounds gang...” Hermione tasted the name on her tongue. “It’s a bit dark, though?”

“It has a nice ring to it,” the twins cheered, “Hell’s Hounds!”

Hell’s Hounds... Dazai could agree it had a certain charm to it. A little threatening, a little rebellious. Just the right name for a mafioso’s gang of schoolchildren.

-- Coil, Chapter 7: Hell's Hounds by Allegory_for_Hatred

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Back in the 1900s if you wanted to obsess over your favorite actor you just had to write to the local newspaper with your horny thoughts:

It's really telling to me how leftists apologize when they take down a post written by a feminist ("It was brought to my attention that the OP of my last reblog was a terf; it has since been taken down, so sorry"), but have no qualms reposting and linking literal Hamas propaganda.

fuck it we ball (remaking my fallen london)

Hiya, could I please request Thanatos and Zagreus from Hades with an Olympian memory god S/O who likes to recount some of their most cherished memories with them? Thank you. Also if it’s alright with you, could I be called featherbrained Anon?

S/O Is a God of Memories

FANDOM: Hades

Character(s): Thanatos, Zagreus

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Sure thing!!

Thanatos

Thanatos is almost always busy with his work and so the moments when he is able to just sit down and listen to you talk are the best.

He can't help but feel flustered when you start recounting the memories that you both have.

It's just really soft and he doesn't know how to process those feelings. Yes they make him happy, but does he deserve such happiness?

Does his best to push those thoughts away as he adds his own memories. You may be the god of memories, but allow him to share too.

Zagreus

Loves to just sit down and listen to you say your favorite memories of the two of you. He gladly adds his own. 

Honestly never thought he would end up with a god considering all the warnings about the gods and incurring their wrath. (also he's kind of related to all of the gods, but this is greek mythology so ya know)

But he likes you and enjoys your company. 

And as long as you're not mentioning memories that has plagued his thoughts real late into the night (or day, time is difficult to tell) then he's fine with you.

Pale Blood (revised) - bird full of words

There were few things in Morne that could frighten Daughter Dusk, fewer still that would try, and yet she found herself faced with one flagrantly doing the other.

It wasn’t much of a thing, at first glance, a little bit man and a little bit bird. And it wasn’t terribly big for either, though birds did get quite large in the Wylds.

Yet it frightened her—and it knew it did, reveled in it even.

The way it moved, the way its voice left its throat with the same inflection as if it had lips to curl and pop around the words. They were uncanny, those words, that voice; perfectly human and altogether alien.

Its eyes were on a witch that had failed her. One she dragged into her wood—and bit and torn and flayed—before decorating all her dark gray branches and grim purple leaves with the Sister’s bleak black blood. Hanging, writhing, the witch’s nerves entwined with the thin tendrils of Dusk’s many roots and vines. While the Sister moaned in constant, unending agony, every other breath shuddering through what remained of her guts.

But the bird-thing did not address the witch, nor did it ask, or suggest, or even bother with the pleasantries demanded of visitors to Dusk’s domain.

It flicked its shining hazel eyes on her and spoke as if it knew her, worse, as if it were better than her, above her—it was, “You are playing?”

She said nothing.

“You were given a task and you are playing,” it repeated and, though the emphasis could be considered threatening, its voice held no emotion. Nothing to suggest it possessed the anger required to threaten—but it did, deeper than even the depths a lie such as her could plumb its anger sunk, its rage...it simply wasn’t for her. “If what was asked of you is not done it all falls apart again.”

“What does?” She asked at last, her own tone cool and hard despite the bark of her skin twitching from branch to roots beneath its talon toes.

Those full hazel eyes flashed, too bright in the shining black feathers of its face, but its voice remained even, almost mechanical, “Everything.”

Then it leaped from the perch it had made of her boughs, scarring her bark and scattering her leaves. High into her canopy it soared after, forcing her branches back with each flap of its glittering black wings and she watched it. Her own throat ached with every hot breath it took of her air, and every dangling vine it caught and yanked tugged on her fibers. And, when at last it breeched her cover, its caw wracked what remained.

Echoing, in harrowing clarity, that caw split through all her layers to shatter the knotholes of her ears. And she shivered. Every scrap of her, down to her heartwood shivered with the certainty of it, the promise.

Everything, the thing had said. Everything would fall apart...again. Again, the word stuck, like a prickle in her grooves, and she swirled it around on her tongue before sharing it with her sister and her mother—languishing in their own domains but ever-present in their shared breeze, “Again.”

She had no need to share. The bird would visit them all before halfnight fell upon the city so dutifully protected from their capricious natures—each had their parts to play, and each needed reminding of who came before, who introduce them to the flesh and bones they supped their magic from…

adding to the list of riko’s nicknames by calling him Captain Featherbrain

What are some of your older fics/series you'd like to suggest ? (I'm loving the strawberrysunday series and I want to explore more of your works)

if you're looking for a big time investment, there's always my ayakashi series just please dont ask me when im updating it idk dude my personal favorites from there are kun's route ofc and jeno's! just make sure you read all three parts of the prologue first so you can understand the story

if you want something relatively shorter, i recommend tip jar! it's a sicheng magick au, and was my first attempt at a magic system. i'm still very fond of it (cw brief y*khei mention btw)

i also recommend my golden fruit duology. it's a 2-part hades jaemin au that i absolutely adore. i think i did some rlly good stuff writing-wise and i adore jaemin's character in it

i always recommend savior, my prince kunhang royal au (has been edited to remove the prev. y*khei character. lmk if i missed any)

and my last rec for you is speedometer, underground street racer yangyang that is one of my all-time faves (cw y*khei side character)

❀ a featherbrained race | + monica

With winter in full swing, every pegasus in Garreg Mach rejoices in the cold, crisp mountain air, playing and racing during their time outside. This is the season where pegasi perform at their peak, a perfect time for a racing tournament! The students have come together with the “White Heron Derby” to determine which pegasus is the fastest in the school. Grab your winged mount and get ready for a wild flight around campus. There’s a twist though: all riders are decked out in absurd hats and if you lose your hat, you lose the race! [Grants Flying +1]

What better way to bond with one’s mount than with a competition? Or at least, that’s the reasoning Saias uses when he signs up both himself and Sigyn for the White Heron Derby. He wouldn’t know, being relatively new to having an animal companion and all, and if he’s honest, he’s not really in it to win. It would be nice, but given that he and Sigyn have only been working together for a few weeks, he doesn’t see it happening unless the two of them are in perfect sync. Considering that most of the time Sigyn attempts to corral him like a chick and ends up interfering with their training... yeah, he has low hopes for the victory.

He has to admit, however, that he’s very excited about the hats. It seems like a silly thing, what with how ridiculous they all look, but the mage appreciates the spark of levity they bring. When it’s his turn to choose, he picks the hat decorated with so many flowers it looks like it’s overflowing with them and immediately plops it on his head. Sigyn gives an annoyed cluck as he makes his way back to her and nudges the hat, trying to push it off his head. Saias laughs and shoves her wandering beak back. “No, girl, we want to keep the hat on me, not knock it off! I have to wear it the whole time or otherwise we’ll lose the race!”

Evidently the bird cares nothing about the race and continues in her efforts to liberate her human chick from the evil flower hat.

Saias sighs and takes the hat off, resolved to wait until he’s situated on Sigyn’s back to put it back on. A prickling in between his shoulderblades makes him tense a bit and whirl around, searching for whoever’s staring at him. Most of the other riders have busied themselves with preparing for the race, and it takes him a bit to locate the source of the stare, a girl with red hair not unlike his family’s signature vivid shade, pulled up into two cute side buns.

I’m making a fool out of myself, aren’t I? She probably thinks I’m an idiot. “Uh, hi? Can I help you?” he asks with a friendly smile. Of course, Sigyn takes the chance to start grooming his hair right then, and he pushes her beak back again. “Hey! Not the time! Focus!”

starter for @vonochs

Feelin a little featherbrained, I want to spread this affliction until it is a global pandemic. Fly south for the winter my kin. Fly away

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ok time for mad gomens headcanons meta brain dump because I just watched episode 6 in its entirety for the second time since July (I was saving it for when I needed Big Feels I guess?)

And look, there's some fun parallel stuff going on: Crowley bopping around with angels while Aziraphale is dealing with demons, Crowley being the one to say the feelings words (mmph, kinda) when Aziraphale has been groping him all season, Aziraphale being the one who leaves after what it is a gross understatement to call a row. But these flippy floppies all keep leading me to not be as sad this watchthrough, partly because I've been soaking in metas on here for nearly 4 months! So here's what I got.

+ No nightingales! The nightingale singing doesn't just mean that they love each other. It represents when they are safe, after 1941 (headcanon!) and after the nopocalypse. Crowley is pointing out danger, that Heaven is listening. The nightingale sings for them when they've successfully dodged celestial and infernal meddling which puts their relationship at risk, with each other and with Earth, and the silence is pointed out because Crowley needs Aziraphale to really really understand that this is possibly irrecoverable danger, not that his heart is being broken.

+ By the time Aziraphale is saying dickish things like "you're the bad guys" and "second in command" the tone has shifted from Crowley being scared, irritated and shocked to something much weirder and harder to read

It's not just hurt, and he's not as hurt as he should be, and it's not because he's about to, mmmf, propose. He's processing. Aziraphale's begging him to understand something and is so obviously panicked. We all noticed his hands and his posture, you think Crowley who's been staring at him for 4523 years* just missed that this isn't Aziraphale being a featherbrain traumaball? Nothing lasts forever, and this precious peaceful fragile existence has, in fact, shattered. Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever you were right.

By the time Aziraphale says "I need you" with such raw fear and hunger, he's not yet sure Crowley was 1. picking up what he's putting down and 2. he's begging for help, begging for some sign or certainty that Crowley isn't saying "hey, rude, fuck you, I'm gonna storm out because this is a really unusual hurtful fight but I'll swing by in a couple days with some eclairs". He gets that certainty moments later in the form of...

+ BIG DAMN KISS

which says "I need you too" and "I'm scared this danger is too much and I'll never get to do this" and "oh fuck Angel be safe please" and "GODDAMNIT GODDAMNIT how do these bastards always wiggle in on EVERYTHING" and "I WAS RIGHT about being nervous"

and I absolutely do not believe that the alveolar sound after "I..." was just Michael Sheen failing to form a fricative**. Aziraphale received the message of "this is dangerous, this is public, and I don't care, I love you enough to kiss you goodbye (?) in front of God (and Muriel!) you bloody stupid brave Angel" and almost responds. But now they're both in the mode of communication like spies again, after 4 years of starting to communicate like...humans. Lovers? Now it's "you're the bad guys" (so the Metayuck won't let me stay here with you) or "In Heaven!!" (because this bookshop is compromised and now nowhere in Earth is safe) so not only would it absolutely not help*** if Aziraphale broke down and was like "DO IT AGAIN I LOVE YOU" it would break whatever weird undercurrent is going on in their communication. So he says the Heaven approved thing that's always in his vocal queue when he's feeling a bit emotional, and Crowley's "Don't Bother" just scans at this point like exhaustion, yes, but not grief. It's "well fuck, let's get on with the rest of this goddamn circus then."

+ I agree that Crowley looks disassociated and absolutely broken and exhausted by the time he puts his glasses on before kissin' time. He hadn't figured it all out yet and thought it was this stupid fucking argument again only way worse and Aziraphale is in stupid danger and their separation will probably be hundreds of years long****. He rushed back because it all completely clicked.

+ and then he waits, knowing Aziraphale is going bonkers, watching the Metafuck come back in, seeing Aziraphale see him through the window, crossing the street, at the elevator. He's not waiting to see if he changes his mind, he's watching his husband march away to war but can't even wave his handkerchief*****

+ and the Bentley, who let Aziraphale turn her yellow and was generally receptive to his desires, lets him play the song through her anyway, Aziraphale saying "This time Crowley, I have the plan. It'll be ok, we can be safe again. I love you."

*since Job

**try to accidentally replace all those Fs with Ls. You are at an advantage since you weren't just kissed by David Tennant, but Michael is at other advantages which I'll cede to him.

***help them get out of the Situation. It would definitely help them make out.

****or, he was with all of us emotionally and it felt for a second like it could be eeeeternityyyyy

***** Aziraphale is the handkerchief waver in the relationship anyway

Okay I can’t be the only one who has thought about human!reader introducing one or both boys to human food - like mac and cheese or some sort of human food the boys never thought or heard of. Like, you were lucky to have some supplies back at base, so you brought them with you and made them watch you make it. They kept asking questions - making weird faces as they watched you cook. This shit actually makes me cackle. I wish I could do this 😂

“What is ‘mac and cheese’ exactly, y/n?” Neteyam asked confused. You giggled, looking at him and his also confused brother with your sweet sympathetic eyes. “Well, it’s this really yummy food that is easy to make. It’s kinda squishy and soft with this really good sauce. You can make it several different ways but I grew up making it the simple way”

They still looked completely dumbfounded, not getting a word you just said. “I don’t know if I’d like ‘squishy’ food. That shit sound kinda gross” Lo’ak said unamused. You playfully gasped - hand on your chest as you looked at him. “You’ll like it, I promise” Lo’ak gave a ‘hm sure’ look with his raised eyebrows - making himself more comfortable as they watched you grab your ingredients.

“This is a prepackaged box of noodles - it comes with a packet of powdered cheese as well” you explained. “Absolutely horrific” Lo’ak blurted out. Neteyam smacked him on the arm, hushing him so you could continue with your explanation. You smiled at Neteyam, thanking him for managing his more than slightly featherbrained brother.

“After putting the noodles in hot water, you drain and add something we call butter. It helps the noodles not stick” You spoke to them as if they were going to make it in the future, giving them detailed instructions on how and what to do - which amused the two blue brothers.

You had your eyes fixed on the pot in front of you, Neteyam and Lo’ak getting in your way every now and then so they could look at the food you were making. “Would you back up - you’re in my way, you damn giants.” You said. They backed off, sitting back down on the floor.

“Done!” You say - letting the large Navi boys walk over and try your finished product. “This is a spoon” you raised it up - telling them you use it to eat mac & cheese. They both grabbed the spoons you had, turning and examining it with curious faces. You giggled. You felt so lucky to be best friends with these two. You loved teaching each other your ways - growing closer together every day.

You had already taken a bite, slightly moaning at how good it tasted. You were tired of fish, game and fruit. You truly missed your past food choices. “Come on now - you’re not gonna die, you skxawngs” They simultaneously dipped their spoons into the pot, scooping up some of the food you made.

They stood still - looking at the foreign dish. “I swear to god if you guys take any longer..” you trailed off. “If we die, we’re haunting you for the rest of your life” Neteyam joked. They both took a bite, their eyes lighting up as they chewed. “Good, yeah?” You asked. They didn’t respond, taking another scoop of the mac & cheese you made. “Bro, this is good” Lo’ak said.

You smiled, pleased that the two Navi boys enjoyed such a simple dish you made. The only problem is, they asked you almost every week to make it for them. You couldn’t resist treating these two dummies.

Ok, we all know the Metatron needed Aziraphale and Crowley separated. It's a scene that’s launched a thousand metas and speculations like the Coffee Theory and Aziraphale Lied. So now, here's a slew of what are undoubtedly reiterations: There’s the distinct impression that Mr. ‘To-speak-to-me-is-to-speak-to-the-Almighty’ Metatron has gotten a little too big for his britches. Various reasons could account for this - maybe he thinks it's impossible for him to do wrong because he’s literally on the side of the angels. Or he’s been doing this so long hearing radio silence, he’s gotten into the mindset that the Almighty has somehow chosen to disappear, like that sense of all-importance when your boss has been gone for an infinitely long time and you’re left calling the shots. There’s also a tiny probability that Metatron has ‘vaulting ambition’… In any case, the Metatron is not shy about pushing the agenda, using anything from bribery to authoritarianism to accomplish it. He’s downright dismissive of Michael, Uriel, and Saraqael and condescending towards Muriel, people he knows he’s already got well under his thumb. With Aziraphale however, he changes tactics- bringing him coffee, the illusion of a hefty promotion, and throwing in Crowley’s reinstatement as the clincher. There’s been so many beautiful posts and analyses illustrating Metatron’s deviousness, describing his actions as exceedingly exploitive. There’s a high probability that he manipulates Aziraphale not out of the belief he'll be an asset, but the fact that Aziraphale and Crowley together is a liability. The music over that dark side-eye carries a foreboding implication:

The Metatron does not care for Crowley.

Many proposals have been offered as to why this is, such as the theory that it was the Metatron who cast Crowley from Heaven for asking too many questions. Or perhaps the Metatron doesn’t necessarily see Crowley as a singular threat, but his influence on Aziraphale is another matter? Or it might be their influence on each other that his heckles raised. We've all seen it - where Crowley was ready to bolt when his mistake was caught and Armageddon seemed inevitable, Aziraphale remained steadfast in his determination to stop the War. But when Aziraphale gets it into his head that following a cause blindly is the best thing to do, Crowley snaps him out of it. They accomplish their goals together. Looking back over it, the predominant thing Aziraphale and Crowley did to help stop Armageddon was give Adam the pep talk he needed to defeat Satan. Before then, the Metatron believed he had just another good little angel in Aziraphale, a featherbrained minion who did as he was told. But then Aziraphale was gradually tempted by a demon, not necessarily into doing wrong, but into disobedience. Perhaps that is what Crowley represents to the Metatron, and the Metatron needs to be rid of it. The mix up was an honest mistake, Arthur Young being at the right/wrong place at the right/wrong time. But, of course, who was the other party involved in that mistake? Who first got it into his head that Armageddon should be stopped? Who held time to give our heroes a moment of reprieve for that pep talk? What if all the angels suddenly decided they didn’t want to obey anymore, like Aziraphale did? What if they follow his example? What if they don’t want to fight? The Metatron's got to nip that rotten apple in the bud…

Heavens, we can't have that now, can we? "The point is not to avoid the war, the point is to win it." Well, that old chestnut didn't exactly work on Aziraphale, did it? The Metatron can’t order Aziraphale about anymore as if Aziraphale were a diligent foot-soldier. Both Aziraphale and Crowley have indeed gone native, adopting the most human thing of all: free will. Now, from a rudimentary understanding, neither angels nor demons can technically force a being with free will into doing anything. But they can persuade them one way or the other. Metatron knows this, and by god, he is good at it. Dozens of posts explain just exactly how he does this reaching right into Aziraphale's heart and fears. And in true angelic fashion, never does he even bother to acknowledge that Aziraphale " ...[doesn't] want to go to Heaven," or advise Aziraphale to consider what Crowley would want when presented with the opportunity to restore his ‘divinity.’ It's almost a parallel with Sitis - does she want to give birth seven more times? It doesn’t matter. “God” wants Job to be rewarded for loyalty, and Sitis was a conduit for that reward.

Another parallel between the story of Job and Aziraphale is an upstanding individual who staunchly wants to follow the Almighty's path, but he has a companion who’s more on the independent-thinking side - when something they care about is threatened, they acknowledge Heaven’s cruel treatment. The distinction here, however, is Job had the chance to speak to the Almighty themselves, not just the ‘mouthpiece,' and he had a decent pair of guardians looking out for him. Crowley and Aziraphale did the right thing by him and his family in keeping the children safe, while the other angels (and most definitely the Metatron) were content to let them die. It’s like neither angels nor demons (barring two… well, four now) have any concept of emotional connection. But the Metatron does understand connection, and for him it's a magnificent tool. He deliberately uses it against that once good little foot-soldier who’s gone AWOL. Not once does he try and convince Aziraphale that he’s strayed, but he maneuvers him into thinking that he and Crowley going back to Heaven is his own choice. Aziraphale likes doing the righteous thing, actually having an impressive work ethic when it's something he believes in, and what could be better than working as top boss in the Head Office of the Good Place? Aziraphale might see himself not only being the source of 'doing good,' but the one who can do the best thing there is and make changes for the better in Heaven itself. As discussed many times, the Heaven Aziraphale thinks he could create is the epitome of goodness, and, most of all, it can be a safe space for Crowley and him to be together. Aziraphale already assumes that this is what Crowley would want, and that Crowley’s retains ‘unhappiness’ as a Fallen due to no longer being an angel. The Metatron knows otherwise; not one person in the fandom believes he didn’t already know the outcome- that Crowley would say no. Again, there are so many brilliant posts highlighting why the Metatron had no intention of Crowley becoming an angel again. There’s the question if he even can. In fact, can the Metatron or any angel decide if an angel will Fall or a demon…er, Rise? That might present an alternative reason as to why Gabriel was demoted instead slated to Fall, because Metatron technically doesn’t have that kind of authority. In any case, it’s a ‘bluff’ that Aziraphale falls for hook, line, and sinker, and this time not even Crowley is able to convince him to stay. Now Aziraphale is driven by a cause he believes in, and perhaps he assumes that once he can prove to Crowley that he can change things in Heaven for the better, Crowley just might change his mind. By the same token, Crowley also might be holding onto that little shred of hope that Aziraphale will eventually come to his senses. It isn’t the first time the Head Offices have had them separated after all, and for all we know it’s not like it’s suddenly forbidden for them to talk to each other (though it probably won't be encouraged either). The Metatron, however, perhaps intends for the very opposite – to have Heaven change Aziraphale, which can only be possible without Crowley. Not that Aziraphale matters to the Metatron in the Great Scheme of Things (beyond his stubbornness being a force of nature), but at least he won't be fighting against the so-called Great Plan.

Then there’s the theories on the Metatron's motivations for this - for example, he could be concerned with how powerful Aziraphale and Crowley are together. And whether or not this popular theory proves to be true (though it carries a ton of weight), he can’t risk an interfering tag team preventing Armageddon again anyway; the Second Coming is approaching, and the Metatron is trying to be ahead of the curve this time. Gabe and Beez? Probably aren’t his top concern since they just want to run away from it all, not exactly the most active threat to the Great Plan. In fact, maybe the Metatron took into consideration the small chance that Aziraphale might just take Crowley up on the suggestion of going off together (prompted by the Archangel job offer in the first place), and the problem would be solved regardless.   It's also likely that the Metaron expects Aziraphale can be pressured or swayed back on board. With Aziraphale implementing that kind of determination on the side of Heaven again, maybe this time Crowley will retaliate or even abandon Earth altogether out of anger or heartbreak. Either way, the Great Plan will go forward. It's a win-win in the Metatron's mind. Game. Set. Match.

Edited for clarification.