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[kaz-identified]

im normal about them. (lying)

[kaz-identified]

c'est moi, the Kaz who has been identified.

ao3 name: houseofmcallister

fandoms: mostly Destiny. I have some dead fics on there I can't bring myself to orphan.

number of works: across all platforms not counting cross posts, I think it's 19?

work i've spent the most time on: uuuh. I spend like an hour, two at most writing most things (ﾟωﾟ；) I'm a very quick writer. oh no that's a lie! Definitely Studies on the Effects Long-Term Exposure to Light has on Human Guardians in Regards to Biological Adaption, Sensory Abilities, and Pain Tolerance as presented by Guardian Ulysses Ashford I like fictional academia what can I say (╥﹏╥)

work i spent the least time on: Theseus was written in under 30 minutes in a slightly feverish state while I waited for cold meds to kick in.

longest fic: Cleopatra, one of my old genshin fics, sits at 7k and remains one of the best things I've ever written.

shortest fic: Theseus barely edges out some of my other drabbles by 48 words.

most hits: Cleopatra! 2,060 hits.

most kudos: Also Cleopatra! 198.

total word count: ugh math (╥ᆺ╥；) across all platforms, 35,708! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ it's actually higher but im not counting some in progress series and stuff from mcallister specfically so

favorite work of my own: Don't make me choose! q(╥﹏╥)p I like all of them!

fic you want to rewrite/revive: none of them. i leave things how they gotta be. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

share a bit of a wip you're working on: From Eastward of Eden "Gods? Don't speak to me of gods. I carry corpses of false divinity on my back. This... make believe immortality, this pretend godhood is a fragile, fragile thing," Faolan hissed, barring her teeth at Ulysses. "None of us are godlike. And neither are they. There is nothing, however holy, however divine, however glorious it believes itself, that cannot be struck from it's pyrite pedestal. I alone lay claim to the title of god, because I alone have shattered the skulls of their false gods. I will drink to my own glory from the severed head of the Darkness itself. And that is a truth to divinity no one else can even begin to claim. I alone am truth to power, oh wise Ulysses. Now get out of my way, I have a false angel to cast down."

I'd love to tag someone but I have no other writer friends TwT

fic writer asks

I didn't check my notifications so I was just scrolling my dash and got hit with my own name in @baronetcoins's post (<3)

ao3 name: TheWolfParadox (my writing sideblog is attached to that name btw)

fandoms: actively working on stories for the Destiny and DSMP fandoms but Destiny makes up the majority of my works. Some Hermitcraft/Life Series stuff as well

number of works: 52, not as many as there could be if my stories weren't long as heck (on average)

work I spent the most time on: probably Requiem for the Departed just bc of how long it was and how many moving parts there were. My next DSMP fic is def going to surpass it though

work I spent the least time on: pretty much any of the oneshots. I threw all of them out so fast

longest fic: Requiem again at 94k (again, it will be surpassed)

shortest fic: Retrograde (Destiny fic based off a Forsaken trailer)

most hits: And A Song (DSMP Anastasia AU)

most kudos: don't scream when all the wolves come find you, a canon divergent DSMP fic in which Tommy runs into Wilbur rather than Phil while fleeing from Dream (iykyk)

total word count: 824,622 (what did I tell you? not many fics but they're Long)

favorite work of my own: Gotta say Requiem again, I had so much fun writing that fic and it's probably the one I've reread the most (that's right I reread my own fics baby)

fic you want to rewite/expand on: not a fic so much as a oneshot series (my walking home series) but the likelihood of me actually doing that isn't super high

share a bit of a WIP: uh, here, have a piece of my next Destiny fic

“Yeah, revivals are enough of a pain without being asked to relive it,” said Rae. She shot a rather pointed glare at Sarren. “Which is only a problem if someone turns them in.” Sarren raised his hands defensively. “It was just a suggestion. And I said I wouldn’t tell them, so I won’t. What I can tell you, however, is that you’ll certainly get found out if you continue to stay in the Tower, especially if word gets out to other Praxic members.”

tagging: @kaz-identified @collapsingintojupiter @utlana and @featherfang

[darethshirl]

Miscommunication, Emmrich&Taash

"So," Taash said, slumping on the couch next to Emmrich—the bulk of their falling body so impactful it made the knucklebones on Emmrich's lap rattle in their box, chattering like teeth. "I gotta ask." Taash's gaze was focused, unreadable, and forceful as a blunt instrument. "The skeleton thing."

"That's not a question," Emmrich pointed out, delicately realigning his specimens with his pick tool. "Is there something you need, Taash?"

"Yeah. Answers." They squirmed in their seat, redirecting their gaze from Emmrich to the floor—with an added frown to enhance its potency. Quite the impressive glare, all things considered. "Isabela said something, and I never know when she's joking or not, so. Thought I'd ask directly."

"I see. Something pertaining to the Mortalitasi, I presume?"

"Yep."

"And what was it?"

"She said—ugh. Okay. She said, 'those death mages love skeletons so much they polish their main bone every single night, if you know what I mean, wink wink' and yeah she said 'wink wink' out loud."

Emmrich paused and blinked, taking in the information. “Well, I wouldn’t characterize any part of the structure as more important that the other, but I suppose that is accurate, yes.”

Taash's expression, usually as stoic and implacable as the depths of the dark sea, underwent a considerable transformation: their brow rose in amusement, their mouth dipped with disgust. “Seriously?”

“Handling bones is the main function of my profession, Taash,” Emmrich sniffed primly. “I’ll thank you not to denigrate it.”

“Handling bones. Uh huh. You know that’s disgusting, right?”

Emmrich went red with well-earned indignation. “I know no such thing! For the love of—must you always antagonize me?”

“Hey, you don’t get to climb on any high horses here,” Taash said, leaning back with their arms crossed over their chest. “You’re the one fucking skeletons.”

“I beg your pardon," Emmrich spluttered, his icy tone undercut by his flaming cheeks. “You have no right to insult me in this way!”

“You literally just said it!”

“I did not!”

“Did too.”

“Did no—oh, for goodness’ sake,” Emmrich huffed, gathering bones, box and tools in one affronted armful and standing up. “There’s no point engaging with you when you act like this.”

“Whatever,” Taash said to his retreating back. Then cupped their hands to bellow a parting shot of, “Skullfucker!”

“Really now,” Emmrich muttered under his breath, to an audience of assorted knucklebones. “Some people.” The knucklebones didn’t respond, but Emmrich liked to think their aura turned sympathetic over his plight.

[arsenicflame]

Sam Bellamy is dead.

He isn't, of course, he can't be. A man like that couldn't be taken down by something so mundane as a storm, so stupid to make an error sailing around the coast. He’d always been untouchable, seemingly unaffected by the violence and fear that tainted the rest of them. The blood that stained their hands washed away from his. Sam Bellamy was the best of them, a shining example of a future worth living. Even as the years wore on, he never seemed to flinch or falter. He remained, as always, perfect, faultless, untouchable, unchanging.

So, Sam Bellamy can’t be dead, right?

Or at least, That’s what Izzy tells himself.

[jusst-you-race]

@bepbops here you go lovely!!!! honestly an incredibly fun trio to imagine and i hope i did it justice <3 for the ccc snippet prompts

Fernando You have both gone 

Mark Out for a run 

You were still fast asleep 

Jenson you looked much too cute to wake you up 

Fernando Liars

If you are running why are you texting me 

Jenson oh no you caught us 

we’re actually having wild sex at mine without you 

Mark Shut up Jenson 

Jenson :( he elbowed me 

Fernando What?

Mark No Nando

We’ve finished the run 

We’re waiting for our coffees at the cafe down the road 

Jenson no fun 

Fernando Are you getting coffee for me?

Jenson obviously 

Mark Your usual 

Fernando Hmm good 

You will come back to bed when you are back?

Jenson oh yeah absolutely 

Mark Jenson you're insatiable 

Yes of course Nando 

Fernando Just for cuddles 

It’s cold without you both 

Jenson aw Fer 

they better hurry up with these coffees 

sounds like someone needs morning kisses 

Fernando 🙄 

Jenson Markie is glaring at the people behind the counter like it’ll make them work faster 

he’s mad you woke up before we got back 

he wanted to surprise you with coffee 

Fernando Because he loves me 

He is a good boyfriend 

Not like you 

Jenson ouch Fer you’re breaking my heart 

I treat you so good 

Fernando Mm

Could be better

Jenson brutal 

I’m wounded 

my own boyfriend thinks I suck 

Mark Well you definitely do that 

Coffees acquired Nando 

We’re on our way home 

Fernando Hurry

Jenson so impatient baby 

Fernando You are just slow 

Jenson yeah yeah 

see you soon xxx

[space-writes]

last line tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! doing more than a single line because i can, and this Sorrow’s last few thoughts before he passes out at the end of chapter sixteen:

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

As if he were in any condition to go anywhere. Sorrow waved a hand weakly and [Aspiration] slipped away. He ought to have Excellence craft something with healing magic in it. A ring maybe, or an anklet; an anklet would be nice, he thought deliriously. He didn’t have any anklets.

[ID - a green and black decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites @morganwriteblr @loopyhoopywrites and @noblebs

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist

@at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph

@sam-glade @viscerawrites @thegreatobsesso @flower-reads @the-inkwell-variable (ask to be +/-)

[whitepeachrum]

For Me? For You

Fandom: Hetalia (personified) Pairing: Ivan x Kiku (RusPan/PanRus) Content Length: Short (~800 words)

It was the middle of the night when a loud set of knocks jolted Kiku from his sleep. What time was it..? He looked around in a daze, slowly computing that he had fallen asleep in his bed while reading one of his history textbooks for a class.

Kiku quickly got up and walked over to the door. He slowly peeked around the edge of it, making sure that the sudden change in brightness didn't give him a migraine.

“Yes?” Kiku asked, curious as to which floor resident needed him at this hour.

One of the taller residents, who often kept to himself, was standing before him. Kiku adjusted his large spectacles, trying to get a better look. What was his name again? Bra- Bruh-

“Ivan! Yes, Ivan. Is everything alright?”

“I apologize for bothering you at this hour,” Ivan smiled. He just stood there and smiled.

“How… can I help you?”

Ivan gestured for Kiku to open his door a bit more. Kiku obliged in confusion, but did not open it far enough to wake up his sleeping roommate. Not that anything could wake him up, really…

“This is for you,” Ivan picked up a bag he had earlier placed by the door and handed it to Kiku. It looked like there was a box inside.

“Eh? For me?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?” Kiku gingerly accepted the gift and looked inside the bag, making sure that there was nothing illegal inside. Many people have previously offered bribes in exchange for special treatment, but it never worked out in their favor.

“I heard you are a fan of cheesecake.”

Kiku blinked. Cheesecake? He loved cheesecake! Especially the ones with-

“Blueberries. I love the ones with blueberries.” Kiku admired the contents of the box with a glimmer in his eyes and a sudden appetite for a sweet treat. It would go splendidly with some tea, which would be perfect for a chilly night like tonight.

“Good, I am glad. Then you should definitely like this one,” Ivan continued to smile, happy that his secret little birdie did not lead him astray to strawberry cheesecake. Strawberry seemed a bit too cliche for a unique man like Kiku.

“Wow,” Kiku was entranced by the special gift. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised to have received something that wasn't illicit.

“It’s all for you.”

“Thank you. I….” Kiku blinked, “I didn't expect this at all. It almost seems too good to be true.”

“Please enjoy it. It's my treat.”

“Did… you want something in return..?”

“No, no. I don't need anything. Your happiness is more than enough,” Ivan turned to leave.

“Ah, wait. Ivan?”

“Hm?” Ivan stopped and looked around the corner at Kiku.

“Where did you find this?”

“Oh. I made it myself,” Ivan smiled one last time and disappeared into the stairwell.

He made it… himself?

Kiku closed the door behind him and brought his gift over to his desk. He carefully and quietly took the box out from the paper bag and set it down. It was so neatly packaged: a simple white box with no decorations other than a golden bow that wrapped around it and a folded business card.

He slid the card from under the ribbon and read it's contents.

“Happy Birthday, Kiku. - From, Ivan”

Kiku felt his heart skip a beat as he re-read the contents again. A simple note and yet it brought out the warmest feelings from within. How thoughtful was it of Ivan to even care enough to do all this?

Especially since he and Ivan haven't spoken much except the occasional “hello”s in the hallway. In fact, this was probably the most they’d ever spoken with one another.

But Kiku found it wasn't enough. He wanted to ask Ivan more questions like “how did he know that it was Kiku’s birthday” or rather “why he did any of this for him”. And it seemed like the further Ivan walked away, the more his desire to connect with him grew.

He noticed the phone number listed on the card and gave it a call, walking over to the window to see if he had gone far.

Ivan pulled his hand out of his pocket and answered the call.

“This is Ivan speaking. How can I help you?”

“Thank you again…”

Ivan stopped in his tracks as he recognized the voice. He turned around to look at Kiku’s window and found him staring back. Ivan's smile grew wider as he laid eyes on Kiku’s creepy-looking silhouette in the dead of the night. It looked hilariously eerie, but it was heartwarming to know he was there looking back at him.

“You’re welcome.” Ivan chuckled, his breath forming a cloud in the cold, dark night.

“Let’s enjoy the cake together when you come back. I’ll make some warm tea for us.”

“Sounds like a birthday party to me.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Hi again, my love!

Can I request something with mermaids?

offers ice cream as well <33

Hi thelazywitchphotographer! Of course! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumper pushed open the door to their quarters. They were greeted by the quiet cries of Whumpee.

“My darling,” Whumper said, approaching them, “what’s wrong? I would think you would be acclimated to your new life by now…”

Whumpee turned to look at Whumper with tear-filled eyes. Whumper’s own eyes widened at what they saw. Their darling mermaid’s body was littered with deep cuts and angry, purple bruises. Blood trickled down from a nasty gash in their tail, staining the water of their tub with crimson. When Whumper spoke, it was with a fragile, practiced calm.

“Who did this to you?” they asked.

Whumpee sniffled.

“I-I don’t know their name,” they said.

“Describe them to me,” Whumper said gently, “you’re not in any trouble, little fish.”

Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, and described their assailant as best they could.

“Crewmate,” Whumper cursed.

Whumper’s hand settled on the handle of their cutlass, they turned to leave when Whumpee’s sniffles brought their attention back.

“Oh,” they said, “forgive me, little Whumpee. Let me treat your wounds first.”

Whumper lifted Whumpee out of the tub in a bridal carry. They deposited them on their bed, then went to a nearby cabinet, fetching medicine and bandages from it. Whumper poured the medicine onto a cloth.

“This might sting, but it’ll help, I promise.”

With that, Whumper dabbed the cloth into the gash in Whumpee’s tail. Their screams made Whumper flinch, but they continued to work anyway. When everything was medicated, Whumper dressed the wounds in soft, white bandages. Whumpee’s screams had died down to pitiful, intermittent sobs by then. Whumper held their mermaid close and ran a hand through their hair.

“Shh, shhh,” they soothed, “you did so wonderful, my little fish. I promise, I won’t let this happen again.”

Whumper grabbed a bottle filled with a strange liquid. They lifted Whumpee’s chin and held the bottle to their lips.

“Drink,” they said, “you need rest. This will help.”

Whumpee knew better than to disobey, so they drank. Whumper smiled softly and helped them into a laying position, covering them with a blanket.

…

Whumpee slept for many hours. When they did wake, it was to the sound of the door opening once again.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “come on deck. I need you for something.”

Whumper picked Whumpee up and carried them out on deck. Whumpee shielded their eyes from the bright sun with a bandaged hand. Whumper sat Whumpee down in another tub that had been prepared for them.

“First Mate,” Whumper called.

“Aye, captain?” First Mate asked.

“Bring forward the scum that thought they could touch what’s mine.”

“Very good, captain.”

First Mate dragged Crewmate forward.

“On your knees, filth,” First Mate growled.

Crewmate shakily obliged.

“Whumpee,” Whumper said, “is this the person who hurt you?”

“I-”

“Tell the truth,” Whumper warned, “I will know if you lie.”

“…Yes,” Whumpee said quietly, “it was them.”

Whumper kissed Whumpee on the crown of their head.

“Thank you,” they said, “because you were honest, I’m going to let you choose their punishment.”

Whumpee stared at Crewmate. Even though the pirate had hurt them, they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.

“Um, maybe, put them in the brig?” WHumpee asked uncertainly.

Whumper smiled and nodded.

“A fitting punishment,” they said, “First Mate, throw Crewmate in the brig.”

Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief.

“-After their twenty lashes. Two for each wound I had to treat.”

Whumpee blinked. Not that!

“No! Captain, please!” Crewmate begged.

“Spare me your mewling before I decide to cut your tongue out,” Whumper said coldly.

“Whumper-” Whumpee started.

“They deserve it, my darling,” Whumper interjected, “you’ll understand one day.”

Whumper picked up Whumpee once again.

“I leave them in your capable hands, First Mate,” Whumper said, “my treasure doesn’t need to watch this.”

Whumper turned and carried their darling back to their quarters, just when Crewmate began to scream.

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[kaz-identified]

Academics makes you fluent in yappanese I'll tell you that.

[chevvy-ryder]

WIP WEDNESDAY WHENEVER

Ayoo I know I have been tagged in the past but I don'#'t remember who it was so I just make a new one.

Trying to keep it short.

I am currently spending my lil freetime and energy on doing charts for @gloryride pride runner suits and Oscar opening the whole thing with the Rainbow theme already is so cute <3

also have a look at these two:

Vijay too cute, and Ryder my spolied child always sneaking back saying "take pics of me! See I smile just for u" makes every shitty day better imediately.

and some writing I did recently and find turned out nicely (all Ryder):

“Sometimes I just imagine how it must be to flow weightless, like a satellite, in the black sky, and I daydream about things way beyond this atmosphere — That’s why I want to fly to the moon someday.” — Ryder talking to Thyjs about space/moon topics

“Physicality – The human body likes that. It’s just that simple. See, the repetitive ‘thud, thud, thud’ of technoise is similar to what our heart does: it beats. And each beat is sending positive energy that reverberates both physically and mentally through the mind and soul, leaving no space for doubts, stress or other headaches. The simplicity of technoise simplifies your thinking. Its characteristic repetitiveness helps you transcend the banality of life, and resonates with the idea of persistence that more often than not sparks motivation in me. It gets my inner gears working.” — Ryder on why he likes Technoise

Cooling raindrops are dashing softly onto his heated face and he feels unusual relaxation wallowing into him. He sensed the smell of petrichor already the last time he'd been up for some fresh air some hours earlier. The scent heralded thick in the air. Rain for him wasn’t just water pattering down from the sky. For him it’s one of the rare things that are able to make him feel sedated, and to dwell in a kind of nostalgia with the world around him suddenly feeling smaller. The harder it rains the better, but feeling these current soothing droplets feeding his burned body was just as good. So he just chooses to sit and welcomes each drop his body is able to collect like a potted plant that had been forgotten to water for a longer while. It makes him release the tension in his muscles from the hard dance workout underground. The feel of each drop on his skin is amazing. No one else can feel for him. Only he can let it in. And no one else can say the words on his lips. “Some feel the rain, and others just get wet.” — Ryder out in the rain taking a break from raving

tagging:

@gloryride, @breezypunk, @astarionhistears, @elvenbeard, @dreamskug, @aggravateddurian, @rosapexa, @wanderingaldecaldo, @shivsghost, @wraithsoutlaws and everyone who has to show something new! As always; no pressure <3

[jamiesfootball]

Six Sentence Sunday

"I'm not putting up with you being a fucking diva about this. You've got ten seconds to get up or you're off the fucking team!"

From inside comes a thump. Rattling. The sound of furniture getting knocked against as footsteps race to the door-

"What the fuck are you- Jesus Christ!"

[hotdyke-hardstyle]

Victoria De Angelis DJing at Summer Well Festival (2024)

video: ariananima

[sinking-into-mist]

Celebrating Olli's (and belatedly, Aleksi's) birthday with mudcake and writing fics 😄

[bukubook]

If I had such a beautiful daughter, I would have treasured her, adorned her in gold, and doted on her every word.

- Hakan, in The Dragon King's Bride Ch. 12

[theameba1436]

Snippet Sunday

Here is some of the new re write of my fanfic. I think it sounds so much better <3 it is also going to be a bit longer then I wanted but I was told that it sounded rushed and well we just couldn't have that so it is being fixed lol

[kaz-identified]

Not even rigorous academia can save you from tangential explanations.