(early) BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

@lilabardz asked; (book) kanej?

kazofdirtyhands​:

(✉️ ➡️ wraith ): What, I’m not scary enough without a costume? (✉️ ➡️ wraith ): I’m offended, wraith.

(✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): I never said that. I was merely curious.  (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): I assume that you didn’t then?  (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): You’re very scary. 

kazofdirtyhands​:

(✉️ ➡️ wraith ): Likely just as uneventful. But we made a good profit. (✉️ ➡️ wraith ): I’m glad to no longer wear a costume, even if I didn’t do much of anything different.

(✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): I’m surprised that it was uneventful.  (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): What costume did you wear? 

@kazofdirtyhands

(✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands - unsent): Thank you for not making me dress up and go to the Halloween party. I know that the job could have waited. (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): How was your party? (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): The job was uneventful.

SHADOW AND BONE LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK DAY ONE • favourite character

“Should have shot him in the mouth. That would’ve shut him up.” @maulofdathomir​

If it were Jesper, she would have laughed. If it was Nina saying this, she probably would have rolled her eyes and questioned whether or not it was possible. This wasn’t someone that she trusted. Her trust was a rare thing, but Inej had been lucky enough to find it in a couple of people within Echo Springs. Kaz Brekker (against her better judgement) was one of the people that she trusted the most. She knew most of the people in town didn’t share the same sentiment. It was clear that this man didn’t. Leaning against the bar, Inej quirked an eyebrow in question. 

“You think that would work? I doubt it. I wouldn’t suggest it either,” she warned, resisting the urge to touch the knives hidden on her. 

Inej wasn’t much for a routine. Life inside the Menagerie had been too close to one. She enjoyed the freedom that she now got; the freedom of deciding what she wanted to do with her free time. The freedom to change her mind at any second. Sometimes Kaz came to her at the last moment with a task and she never minded. So, when she had free time, she divided her time between the things that gave her the most pleasure. Sometimes she read. Sometimes she practiced her knife skills. Sometimes she eased her aching muscles with a bath. Tonight, she’d decided upon reading on the sofa. Something to distract her. 

She had finished a couple of chapters when she heard commotion in the hallway. It wasn’t uncommon to hear commotion, but this was different. Her senses perked up immediately the moment she heard something akin to a cane hitting the floor. Could it be Kaz? What if he was in trouble? He’d seek her out if he was, right? Inej didn’t know how to answer the last question. 

Taking two of her knives from the place that she’d left them on the table, Inej slipped out into the hallway. Her breath caught in her throat immediately at the sight. The scenario that she feared the most. “Kaz...” She whispered lowly, before crouching at his side, hesitating to immediately touch and look for an injury. She knew he’d be hesitant. “Kaz,” she said his name again, “Can you hear me? Tell me what you need. Tell me what happened.” 

{ closed starter for @inejofwraiths​ }

Stumbling into the apartment building, Kaz managed to only make his head spin more, narrowly missing smacking into the wall. This wasn’t supposed to be the outcome of the night, but then, he supposed this was what he got for walking into an ambush, like an idiot. 

It had seemed like an uneventful night until a few members of a smaller gang, trying to make their way up, attacked him. Three, but they were just kids, not even fourteen. If he hadn’t been this, he might’ve even pitied them. One had had a large glass bottle that he’d smacked over Kaz’s head in a foolish attack. He’d heard them coming, but hadn’t expected such a messy attack.

He’d grabbed the kid and slammed him into the nearest brick wall, knocking him out, but not before one of his buddies got in a good slice with a switchblade. He’d dispatched the other two quickly, but realized just after that the knick was more than just a light graze. The kid had apparently gotten in a lucky hit, because Kaz was relatively sure a normal cut wouldn’t be bleeding this much. No, an artery, if he had to hazard a guess - shit. He stumbled into a wall, cane clattering to the ground a couple doors down from his apartment. His head spun, and everything ached. He tried to blink, but it felt sluggish, and he could see drops of blood on the wall. The cut was on his forearm, soaking the fabric of his shirt and jacket. He attempted to pull himself up, but it led to a wave of dizziness and he had to sit back against the wall, hard. Just a few seconds. He’d get up in a few seconds. Just - just a few seconds. It was fine.

kazofdirtyhands​:

(✉️ ➡️ Wraith): I can’t imagine not wanting to take down Pekka. I have to focus on my plans but I have to keep reminding myself to be patient. Death isn’t good enough for some people. (✉️ ➡️ Wraith): An intelligent choice. When things get personal, that’s when it becomes a problem.  (✉️ ➡️ Wraith): Which is why I always recommend not to let anything get personal.

(✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): That’s what you’re always telling me, isn’t it?  (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): I’m taking a page out of your book for once. 

— James Patterson (insp)

but still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs

- foreigner’s god, hozier.

kazofdirtyhands​:

(✉️ ➡️ Wraith): When we met, you said you had thought about it every night (✉️ ➡️ Wraith): Why would killing her be different than the people you’ve killed for me for the Dregs?

(✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): Thinking about it and actually doing it are two different things, Kaz.  (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): It’s more personal. 

Inej hadn’t celebrated her birthday since she’d come to America. It wasn’t the same without her family. Her father wasn’t here to get her favorite flowers. Her mother wasn’t around to bake her favorite pan bread. There was no point in celebrating when she couldn’t be with the ones that she loved the most. Her first birthday in America had been just another night at the Menagerie doing what she hated the most. This year - she had planned on staying in and pretending like it was just another day.

Kaz Brekker - of course - had other plans. Inej had woken up to the files on her table and quite literally lost her breath. The names of her parents. It wasn’t a guarantee that they were safe, but it was a possibility that they could be found. Eventually. 

It was a gesture that Inej hadn’t expected. Things between the two of them had shifted and she was unsure where it had left them. She expected for Kaz to be distant. To push her away and make excuses like he usually did. Instead, he’d invited her to dinner. He’d remembered her birthday. He was looking for her parents. 

Kaz didn’t leave a time, so Inej merely guessed, hoping that she wouldn’t be intruding too early. The dark haired woman dressed in her usual clothes, but kept her hair loose around her shoulders. She ignored the fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she crossed the hall to knock upon his door. 

“Hi,” Inej greeted Kaz with a small smile, resisting the urge to brush the sauce from his face. “I hope I’m not too early,” she murmured lowly. 

{ closed starter for @inejofwraiths​ }

Kaz Brekker did not do frazzled. 

Anxious, furious, smug, all of these were emotions that he commonly felt. Even if he didn’t admit to them all, he certainly was capable of emotions. But this kind of frantic energy that he felt was more common for a schoolboy with a crush than a man having someone who was ostensibly a coworker come for dinner.

It was just - well.

The kitchen looked like a hurricane had come through it. He’d ended up using three cutting boards, and had spent a good ten minutes pissed at himself for crying over the onions. He could cut a man’s throat with ease, but apparently not vegetables. There was flour on his shirt, and he’d forgotten to put back on his gloves after taking them off to cut up the beef. Mercifully, the stew tasted good, as did the potatoes. It was just everything else that was a mess - his hair in his face, his tie thrown across the room, no gloves, and nothing was clean. It was Inej’s birthday, and he’d had plans. Had gotten candles. A bottle of wine. 

Instead, he hadn’t even removed the scattered paperwork from the dinner table. 

He had been about to try and start cleaning when he heard the knock at the door. Kaz swore - it was her, fuck. The place was a mess and he was a mess. How come his plans for theft worked well and his plans for dinner did not? Maybe he really was only meant for the life of the Dregs and nothing more. 

He opened the door, slightly out of breath, unaware of the smudge of sauce on his cheek. “Good evening.” He said, trying for casual.

kazofdirtyhands​:​

(✉️ ➡️ Wraith): I’m sorry (✉️ ➡️ Wraith): Is that why you wear more modest clothes? or other reasons (✉️ ➡️ Wraith): Would you kill her if you could?

(✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): I don’t know.  (✉️ ➡️ dirtyhands): Maybe. 

HAMILTON | ACT I | SENTENCE STARTERS

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headcanon memes inspired by things i like, part 1. ⤿   inspired by muses i write tw: addiction

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[ 🏃‍♂️ ] does your muse have escapist tendencies?

[ 💄 ] does your muse have an aesthetic? do they adhere strictly to it?

[ 👥 ] does your muse have many friends? do people feel they can rely on your muse?

[ 📚 ] what is your muse’s favourite genre of books, tv, movies, etc.?

[ 💐 ] what is your muse like in relationships?

[ 💍 ] how dedicated is your muse to their job?

[ 🍺 ] does your muse have any addictions?

[ 🍀 ] does your muse believe in luck? do they have a good luck charm or rituals they follow to avoid bad luck?

[ 🎀 ] does your muse have any childhood friends or people that are important to them?

[ 💕 ] does your muse believe in true love? do they believe in love at all?

[ 🧸 ] does your muse have any guilty pleasures or hobbies that make them embarrassed?

[ 🌟 ] is your muse comfortable in their identity? are they insecure or confident?

[ 🧭 ] does your muse know what they want? how well can they advocate for themselves?

[ 🎈 ] does your muse have many regrets? what are they?

[ 🏆 ] is your muse afraid of failure? what do they do when they fail?

[ 💭 ] does your muse have imaginary friends? did they have any as a child?

[ 🩹 ] what does your muse do to de-stress?

[ 🚓 ] would your muse break the law?

[ 🧲 ] is your muse generally flirty, or are they more reserved?

[ 🗾 ] how self-sufficient is your muse? are they more independent, or do they need others around them?

[ 🙏 ] is your muse religious? what do they believe in, if anything?

[ 👻 ] if your muse were a fantasy creature, what kind would they be? why?

[ ⚖️ ] what is your muse’s moral code? what kind of morality do they have?

[ 💥 ] is your muse determined, or do they give up easily?

[ 🃏 ] how does your muse handle being lied to?

[ 🥀 ] would your muse betray someone they love?

[ 🥊 ] how strong is your muse’s survival instinct?

[ 🌼 ] what kind of first impression does your muse leave?

[ 🐣 ] does your muse have anyone they look up to?

[ 🎨 ] is your muse artistic? do they want to be?

look at how my tears ricochet

you taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else