cw: trypophobia

Good morning. Here is my and Ependa_'s entry for the back cover of Werewolves vs. Everything, which werewolves_vs is graciously allowing me to post ahead of time.

Characters on loan from other artists:

Rend: guttertongue Flyena: ascalaphid Eyerax: ewgrosskelly Leah: mes0melas

Thank you all again! You made a fucking enormous project a whooole lot easier.

Image quality is due to making the move to Glaze. I am more interested in poisoning the techboy well than I am in leaving my work looking nice and unartifacted.

Pretty version will be available when the Werewolves Versus issue goes live in August~

NINA DOBREV as KATHERINE PIERCE / KATERINA PETROVA in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009—2017) dev. Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec

What are five of your favourite Grishaverse quotes? Send this ask to 5 of your favourite grishaverse blogs!

Thank you so much for sending this, and sorry it took me such a long time to get to it 😭

Choosing was super hard because there are so many insanely good quotes in the books and I love several of them for very different reasons, but I'll try and give it a go anyways. So: five of my favorite Six of Crows quotes (because I still haven't read the SaB trilogy), in no particular order:

Kaz and Inej, on getting back up after a fall:

Get it together, Brekker, he scolded himself harshly. It didn’t help. He was going to faint again, and this would all be over. Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. “The trick is not getting knocked down,” he’d told her with a laugh. “No, Kaz,” she’d said, “the trick is in getting back up.” More Suli platitudes, but somehow even the memory of her voice helped. He was better than this. He had to be. Not just for Jordie, but for his crew. He’d brought these people here. He’d brought Inej here. It was his job to bring them out again. The trick is in getting back up. He kept her voice in his head, repeating those words, again and again, as he stripped off his boots, his clothes, and finally his gloves. -Ch. 22, Six of Crows

Matthias asking for mercy for monsters/the "we are all someone's monster" observation:

“Nina,” he said, hand still pressed over the smooth skin on his chest where a bullet wound should be. “Nina, please.” “You know they would not offer you mercy, Matthias.” “I know. I know. But let them live in shame instead.” She hesitated. “Nina, you taught me to be something better. They could be taught, too.” Nina shifted her gaze to his. Her eyes were ferocious, the deep green of forests; the pupils, dark wells. The air around her seemed to shimmer with power, as if she was alight with some secret flame. “They fear you as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina.” -Ch. 41, Six of Crows

Wylan and Kaz's entire conversation about disability and vulnerability while cracking Van Eck's safe:

He thumbed quickly through the ledger and said, “When people see a cripple walking down the street, leaning on his cane, what do they feel?” Wylan looked away. People always did when Kaz talked about his limp, as if he didn’t know what he was or how the world saw him. “They feel pity. Now, what do they think when they see me coming?” Wylan’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “They think they’d better cross the street.” Kaz tossed the ledger back in the safe. “You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. Help me with the painting.” They lifted the portrait back into place over the gaping hole in the safe. Martin Van Eck glared down at them. “Think on it, Wylan,” Kaz said as he straightened the frame. “It’s shame that lines my pockets, shame that keeps the Barrel teeming with fools ready to put on a mask just so they can have what they want with no one the wiser for it. We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.” -Ch. 18, Crooked Kingdom

Inej vs. Dunyasha on the Church of Barter rooftop, refusing to be cowed on her own turf:

“The blood you spill is the blood of kings,” seethed Dunyasha. “You are not fit for such a gift.” Inej almost felt sorry for her. Dunyasha really believed she was the Lantsov heir, and maybe she was. But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. Inej raised a brow and slowly wiped the blood of kings on her trousers. -Ch. 35, Crooked Kingdom

And Inej at the harbor...hopeful, in love, and ready to take on the world with her boy and her ship:

Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible. -Ch. 44, Crooked Kingdom

don't get me wrong i love gaslighting myself into thinking knowing that crooked kingdom is only 38 chapters long, but at the same time it makes me really sad because then there's no chapter 44.

does anyone have any jesper fahey fics where its not just the romanticised parts of adhd? Fics about RSD(rejections sensitivity dysphoria), sensory overload, feeling disconnected from the rest of the crows?

give me angst fics about Jesper being injured due to impulsive acting and having to explain his head to everyone in the crew who just dont understand because ADHD wasn’t coined then?

Adhd was known as a DISEASE around the time soc is said to be set, give me fics of self doubt of Jesper trying to ‘fix himself’ because he doesn’t feel good enough for the rest of the gang

give me a fic of nina,inej and wylan convincing him hes not useless, give me fics of Kaz not understanding but begrudgingly admitting he cares for Jesper as more than just his skills as a sharpshooter

give me hurt/comfort pls

give me more accurate adhd jesper :(

isn't it strange, how people can change?

my favorite little meow-meows in a diff style?

This is Simon Saramago and his ghoul retainer Nina Stewart… *physically restrains self from talking at length about them*

Chapter 39 didn't happen.

anxiety level: imma cry at the thought of finally having 1 hour to myself to just vibe 👯‍♀️

(time to write)

oc halloween challenge 2022 ─ ↳ day fourteen: the final girl ─ nina kovac.

❝The character is ultimately the last one left to tell the story.❞

nina wake up, it's the gay month (and your girlfriend is hungry)

NINA DOBREV as ELENA GILBERT in THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009—2017) dev. Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec

@barrelcrow | starter from NINA - post deflecting from the darkling.

   The fact that Nina had to find out from everyone else that Kaz had left the Darkling's service, that he'd come to his senses, hurt her more than she'd been willing to admit. At least, not out loud to anyone. It filled her with an array of emotion that threatened to drown her—pain, anger, grief ... but most prominently, hope. It elicited a painful longing in her, too. A longing for the friend she'd missed and grieved, a friend she considered as close to a brother as she'd ever had.

   Nina had seen him at his worst, helped him through it more times than she could count ... and yet, no matter how desperately she'd pleaded with him to reconsider his alliances, Kaz had dismissed her. As if she hadn't resided at the Little Palance since she was seven years old, underneath the Darkling's care, as if she didn't have years of experience being in his presence. The Darkling had never taken a keen interest in her as he had Kaz, but even so—Kaz had believed he'd known better.

   It seemed as though he'd finally come to the realization that he didn't and it only took the pointless slaughter of his peers to see it.

   Nina found out where Nikolai had him staying—it hadn't been too hard to use her and Kaz's shared history to her advantage. She stationed herself leaning against his doorway, arms crossed over her chest and ... while she'd initially thought she'd just remain angry, the moment Nina caught a glimpse of him, the painful, twinging ache in her chest alluded otherwise. She felt her throat tighten painfully and she bit down on the inside of her cheek, attempting to keep her emotions in check.

   She pursed her lips and tilted her chin up stubbornly as he approached—but her glistening eyes no doubt gave more away than she wanted them to and it only made Nina angry. ❝You've been here all this time and ...❞ she shrugged, the wobbling sound of her voice merely adding fuel to the fire. ❝What, were you just going to avoid me for the rest of our lives? Abandon the only real friend you made, like a coward? ❞ Nina knew it wasn't fair to unleash her grief on him, not entirely—but what he'd done also hadn't been fair.

   She uncrossed her arms and pushed away from the doorframe, closing some of the distance between them. Kaz was still taller than her, but not by much. Her arm cut through the air as she continued, ❝After everything—I had to find out you were here from the terrible things they say about you behind your back, Kaz—I should've found out from you.❞ Tears were forming and Nina couldn't stop them, so she turned her back on him and pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes, a frustrated breath escaping her.

@percentstardust asked: ❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜ ( jennifer, to nina )

Jennifer's question cuts through Nina's train of thought like a knife through butter. She'd been zoning out again, quietly twisting angel-hair pasta around her fork from the dinner they'd ordered. Trying new places to eat had been something of a hobby ever since moving out from her mother's apartment. It made her truly feel even more independent but sometimes it could be awkward eating alone.

"As in life purpose?" Nina asks with a soft frown. She shifts to sit up straight, setting down her fork to place with the sleeve of her pink cardigan. "Not frequently, I suppose. Sometimes I used to think I was always destined to be a dancer." As a child she'd stare at the tiny ballerina within her music box and think about how one day that would be her. She'd spin and spring around her room, giggling while her mother cheered on her mock performances. So badly did she wish she could warn that poor little girl -- that she could stop her. "Why do you ask?"

Nazli was trying not to run again. To stay put, to stay in Providence Peak. Frankly, it was the third hardest thing she’s ever done, right after leaving both Bodhi and Nina. Funny enough, those were the same two people whom was making her simultaneously feel the urge to run... but also to stay. Along with the fact that neither of them probably want her to stay. Did she blame them for feeling like that? Of course not. But overall, Nazli wanted to try to make things right. How to do that, however? The woman had no fucking clue. Fortunately for her, though, she always does her best thinking while cooking. Roaming through the aisles of the grocery store, she was gathering up different ingredients for a couple of different recipes. Yet just as she was beginning to turn the corner, she ended up running into someone. “Kahretsin!” she grumbled at first. “I’m so sorry, I-...” Finally looking up, she faltered the moment she realized who it was. “... N-Nina... Hey.” Well... Suppose if she were to run into someone, maybe it was better that it was her ex-lover she’d been falling in love with and got scared and ran without saying anything instead of her son who knows that his parents had been sleeping with each other for awhile after she’s been gone for eighteen years. By Allah, I’m a shitty person.

CLOSED STARTER: frontier foods // @ninatonoyan​