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Little things I think each of the crows do:
Kaz: store food, medicine, blankets, water, and everything he needed when he had the plague and didn't have in a storage unit just incase something does happen.
Inej: Fold her socks, and go through her clothes obsessively. (Before yall say something about the socks, it's a calming thing to do). I also think she has a notebook where she occasionally writes little notes, inspirational things, or just sentences about life.
Wylan: write composition randomly to describe his emotions and usually plays them to Jesper, who usually makes up some nonsense lyrics.
Jesper: tries random hobbies. Maybe collects rocks, cards, or just random things from random places, not dor profit but for memories.
Nina: likes to cook, but is terrible at it so usually Matthias ends up cooking for her. Also tries atleast 1 native food from where she is at.
Matthias: likes to cook for Nina, especially waffles. I would like to believe he would learn a ton of waffle recipes and when he's mad at Nina he makes pancakes just to make her mad.
#helnik#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#kanej#kaz brekker#nina zenik#six of crows#wesper#wylan van eck#six of crows prompts#six of crows incorrect quotes#grishaverse#be gay do crime
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1. Ride or Die
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@socdaily | no mourners event
↳ day 5: what could've been / book to screen (x)
#wytthias posting on main again but idgaf we were ROBBED#shadow and bone#six of crows#nomournersevent#socdaily#wytthias#grishaverse swifties#userrlorelei#tusermyra#userbecca#usergreta#tsuservio#also sorry for only doing one prompt. I was too busy having fun swiftie giffing#melone.gif#**
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Y/N: I get this weird feeling in my chest when I see you.
Kaz:
Y/N:
Kaz: Is it heartburn? I could ask Nina to try and help?
#six of crows#six of crows incorrect quote#six of crows imagine#six of crows drabble#six of crows prompt#six of crows headcanons#six of crows oneshot#six of crows funny#six of crows fluff#shadow and bone incorrect quotes#shadow and bone drabble#shadow and bone imagine#shadow and bone#shadow and bone headcanon#shadow and bone funny#kaz brekker drabble#kaz brekker prompt#kaz brekker incorrect quote#kaz brekker x reader#kaz brekker imagine#dating kaz brekker
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what's the point of romance if they aren't gonna kiss on a battlefield with blood and tears on theirface and the relief of knowing they've made it out alive
#romance#fantasy#romance tropes#character prompts#incorrect quotes#books#bookblr#writeblr#lgbtq#fantasy romance#book#love#love in books#romance books#fantasy books#tropes#romione#the cruel prince#throne of glass#six of crows#soc#kanej#cardan greenbriar#rowaelin#writing
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Call it cliche but one of my favorite genres of story has always been and always will be "small group of hypercompetent teenagers fuck shit up" because it will never not be funny to me watching full grown adults getting their shit rocked by someone half their size who hasn't even finished puberty yet.
#this is primarily about six of crows#and the batfamily#and somewhat about atla#but feel free to add your own blorbos#she speaks!!#writing#writing prompts
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angst prompts
"They won't wait for you forever. So you need to decide if all your resentment and pride is worth losing them for good."
"You're everything to me, but clearly I was just a short phase in your life."
"I just want you to be happy." "The only way you can make me happy is by staying far away from me."
"I miss you, but I miss me more."
"You from the beginning we had an expiry date."
"You shouldn't be with me. " "I know. Yet here I am."
"I must have loved you in another life." "But not in this one?"
"You could stay, for me." "That's not enough for me to stay."
"I always thought I'd be someone's first choice, but I'm not even in your top five, am I?"
"I love you, but I barely know you. I don't think you even know yourself."
#these came from the scenarios i make up in my head before sleeping#angst#angst prompts#fanfiction#drarry#wolfstar#jegulus#malec#kit x ty#thomastair#six of crows#arcane#caitvi#good omens#ladynoir#mlb#marichat#kit herondale#marauders#oneshot prompts#writing prompts#writing inspiration
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Ooo first prompt fill! Thanks for playing :)
11. Letting them cry on your shoulder
Wylan makes it as far as the foyer before his legs give out from under him. He wobbles, stumbling, and Jesper tries to catch him, to break his fall, but they both end up sinking to the floor. The tiles of the entryway are cold even through the thick fabric of Wylan’s trousers. He presses a hand to his mouth like it can staunch the guttural cry that escapes his lips as his body starts to tremble and doesn’t stop.
The trial is over. His father will rot in jail for the rest of his life.
“Ssh, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” Jesper murmurs, pulling Wylan into his lap and gently rocking him. “You did so well, my love. It’s over now.”
Wylan just turns his head and sobs into Jesper’s shoulder, clinging to the lapels of his jacket like a small child. He cries until his throat is raw and his head is pounding, until his eyes are red and stinging. Through it all, Jesper holds him, murmuring gentle words into his ear and pressing kiss after kiss to his forehead. They stay on the cold, tiled floor until Wylan cries himself out, body finally falling limp with exhaustion.
“Come on, darling. Let’s get you upstairs,” says Jesper, coaxing Wylan to his feet and then scooping him up into his arms. Wylan lets himself be carried, wrapping his arms around Jesper’s neck and burying his face in the warmth there, his favourite place to seek comfort.
Once in their bedroom, Jesper helps him out of his staid mercher black and into soft sleep clothes, pulling back the covers on their bed and encouraging him under.
“Thank you,” Wylan says when they’re both safely tucked under the duvet.
“What for?”
“For being here.”
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Trust
2022 Month of Writing: Day 20
Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader
Prompt: "It's hard to bury your past."
Word Count: 3k (this turned out longer than I was expecting)
Author's Note: please don't steal my work! you can choose to respond to the prompt as well, but don't steal my work
I'm not totally sold on this, but if you're interested in a part 2, please let me know!
I based this off the Netflix show Shadow and Bone (even though I liking the books better 😅) - just a heads up
y/n pressed a damp cloth against her arm where she had gotten a long cut. She winced slightly but focused on cleaning the wound before it got infected. She and the other crows had just barely survived an encounter with Pekka Rollins and his men in what, unfortunately, was an ambush. Her abilities as a Squaller did help some, but one of the Dime Lions sliced her arms, making it more painful to control wind. She had been lucky with her injuries and required far less attention, thus why she was tending to herself. Nina needed to be focused on Inej instead of her.
She tensed slightly when she heard the familiar sound of footsteps accompanied by the thump of a cane. They stopped somewhere behind her, letting silence fill the room for several minutes. She knew it was petty, but she wasn’t going to be the one to speak first. Several minutes later, he finally caved.
“We need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she said lowly.
“It doesn’t matter. We need to talk.”
“Yes, it does matter, Kaz.” She sent him a glare over her shoulder. “You almost got us killed tonight.”
“We have to cut off Rollins’ resources-”
“Do we? You’ve been content just doing simple business for the Crows Club. Then, all of a sudden, you take a mission to saints know where and somehow manage to cross Rollins in the process. Now, we have been framed for murder. And I wasn’t involved in any of it, since you left me behind, yet I still got dragged into this mess.”
She threw down the cloth and picked up a clean one to press firmly against her arm. She held back another wince, glad that the bleeding had seemed to stop for now.
“The mission was need to know.”
She glared at him.
“And I didn’t need to know?” Kaz didn’t respond, but he didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “I had to go into hiding, Kaz, because Rollins added my name to that bounty before you even stepped foot onto the boat that brought you all back to Ketterdam.”
“It was never my intention.”
y/n scoffed.
Kaz slowly came closer, but still kept his distance.
“We were sent to Ravka to locate the rumored Sun Summoner,” he said.
That made y/n pause. She had heard the rumors. All of Ketterdam had. Especially when the Fold expanded and wiped out several towns. The Sun Summoner was a Grisha who was able to manipulate light, who might be able to use their power to help tear down the Fold once and for all.
“And?” she asked.
“We found her. The Darkling used her power to expand the Fold. We had several run-ins with her, but she didn’t come back to Ketterdam with us. Our employer was looking for answers.”
“About the Sun Summoner?”
“Amongst other things.” She glanced at Kaz. He was looking at the far wall, but was only a few feet away from her now. Feeling her gaze, he looked down at her. “He took a particular interest in you.”
“Me?”
“He saw your wanted poster in the street and made an inquiry.”
“That’s not much to go off of, Kaz.”
“He’s a privateer. Rich. Seems to be from Ravka. His inquiry was brief, since his main focus was on the Sun Summoner, but he seemed determined.”
“Again, not completely helpful. This privateer have a name?”
“He called himself Sturmhond.” y/n froze. She knew Kaz was watching her for a reaction, but she couldn’t care. “You know him.”
y/n tossed the dirtied rag aside. She nodded slowly.
“I used to. It was a long time ago.”
“When?”
“Why do you care?”
“Because just hearing the name caused you to freeze up, y/n. I need to know if I can trust you to still function properly should we encounter him again.”
She looked at him.
“You’re worried about how well I’ll perform? Thanks for the vote of confidence, Kaz.” He continued to stare at her. She picked up clean bandages to begin wrapping her arm. “You don’t have to worry about it. It was a long time ago.”
“Not good enough.”
“Will you just leave it?”
“No.”
“Kaz-”
“y/n.”
“Drop it.”
“Tell me.”
She sighed.
“He’s my brother.”
There was a long beat of silence as Kaz took in her words.
“I wasn’t aware you still had family.”
She scoffed.
“As if I could call them that. I was the third child and therefore expendable. Being Grisha just gave them another reason to ignore me.”
She tightened the bandage she had put around her arm. It was a rough job, but it would hold until it could be properly looked at later. She began to clean up her supplies, sticking it in a corner for when it was needed again. As she moved, she caught a glimpse of Kaz. He was still looking at her, as if trying to find more answers.
“What?” she said. Her voice sounded more harsh than she meant it to.
“There’s more that you’re not telling me.”
y/n rolled her eyes.
“Just drop it, Kaz.”
“Not if you have information that will help us.”
“And how is my past going to help us with Pekka Rollins?”
“It will prove that I can trust you.”
y/n stopped. She set down the clothes she had been folding and looked at Kaz. His expression remained cold and hard. He rarely showed emotion as it was.
“You’re questioning my loyalty?” she asked. He simply stared at her, causing her to huff. “Thanks for that, Kaz. After all this time, I’m glad to know where we truly stand.”
She got up quickly and made her way to the door, passing by Kaz along the way.
“y/n-”
“Don’t. Just don’t.”
She hurried outside to avoid him seeing the hurt on her face.
The following week was rather eventful. The Crows had created quite a bit of chaos after releasing false Firepox at all of Pekka Rollins’ businesses. In the same night, Kaz got Rollins to lift the charges he had put on the Crows and admit that he was responsible for the crimes. Rollins had been arrested and taken to Hellgate.
During that time, Kaz and y/n had barely spoken to one another. They only spoke when necessary and even then, they did little to converse with one another. Jesper and Inej were quick to notice the difference. Even Nina and Wylan noticed but neither felt it was their place since they hadn’t known the Crows long.
y/n had been reading in her room when a sharp knock came. She stood and went to the door, finding Kaz on the other side.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Downstairs,” he said. “We have guests from Ravka.”
y/n sighed but nodded. She stepped around Kaz to make her way downstairs, letting him go to wake Wylan and Jesper.
“y/n?”
She looked up sharply at the familiar voice, her eyes widening.
“Zoya?”
The dark haired Squaller smiled widely. She moved forward to hug her.
“Saints, what are you doing here? We thought you were gone! Not even Baghra knew what happened.”
y/n looked down.
“Zoya-”
“And who is this?” A tall man approached them, a smile on his face.
“Tolya, this is y/n. Nikolai’s sister.”
Tolya’s smile grew.
“You’re Nikolai’s sister? It’s wonderful to finally meet you. I traveled with him for many years. He’s spoken of you often.”
y/n was going to respond when a glimpse of Kaz caught her eye. He was standing by the stairs, watching their interaction. Her shoulders deflated when his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She knew immediately that he had caught at least part of their conversation. She looked back at Zoya.
“It’s a bit of a story,” she said. “One that can be shared later. I assume you are the guests Kaz told us about?”
“Yes. We have a mission for you.”
Soon, the Crows were seated in front of Zoya and Tolya, who handed them a document.
“The neshyenyer?” Nina said after they had explained the mission. “Sankta Neyar’s blade.”
“So you haven’t completely forgotten what you were taught at the Little Palace,” Zoya said with an almost taunting tone. “Just your loyalty to Ravka.”
y/n couldn’t help but feel like the statement was also directed at her.
“Ravka or Kirigan?” Nina countered. “It didn’t take him destroying a city for me to question my loyalty.”
“So, that we all know you two have history,” Jesper said, “what’s the payment for this particular job?”
“Name your price,” Tolya said. “It matters that much.”
“Is that the Lantsov family crest?” Wylan asked, looking over Nina’s shoulder at the paper.
“You know it is because it’s hideous.”
Zoya shot her a glare before glancing at y/n, who only smiled in amusement. She was never a huge fan of the Lantsov crest. To hear someone felt the same was a little refreshing.
Tolya looked at the group. “Prince Nikolai requests your services to retrieve and deliver the neshyenyer to Alina Starkov in East Ravka.”
“She’s returned?” Nina said.
“As has the Darkling,” Zoya replied. “With an indestructible army of shadow monsters.”
“Saints,” y/n muttered.
“I do not like the sound of that,” Jesper said.
“She needs the blade to kill them. It’s the only thing that might work.”
“Retrieve the blade, and the prince will pay you whatever you ask.” Tolya told them.
“But I like the sound of that,” Jesper said.
“I assume same goes for you?” Zoya asked Kaz.
“I’d welcome the chance to help your prince spend his country’s money.”
Nina quickly expressed how instead of kruge she wanted someone released from Hellgate. Zoya decided to poke fun at Nina for her attraction, but y/n nudged her arm to quiet her. Nina had told y/n of Matthias, the Fjerdan she had fallen for before she came to Ketterdam. She admired Nina’s determination to free him.
“The offer is the offer,” Tolya said. “And Prince Nikolai is a man of his word.”
“But we need to go now,” Zoya told them.
y/n looked to Kaz, who was scanning over them. His eyes lingered on her for a long moment before he pocketed the document.
“It’s settled,” he said. “We’re in.”
The group dispersed quickly after to begin preparing. y/n watching Kaz walk away. When he disappeared upstairs, she sighed.
“Well something’s going on with you two,” Tolya said suddenly.
“Excuse me?” y/n said.
“You and Brekker.”
“It’s nothing.”
Tolya hummed as if he didn’t believe her.
“I haven’t been here long, but I can sense the tension between you two.” He slid into the seat that Zoya had vacated and tilted his head at her. “What happened?”
Despite being much larger than her, he did not come across as intimidating. y/n felt herself relax.
“You said that Nik told you about me. Well, I’ve never talked about my family. But when Nik was in town as Sturmhond not long ago, he made inquiries about me. Kaz demanded answers I wasn’t ready to give.” She sighed. “He implied that he couldn’t trust me.”
Tolya nodded slowly.
“Have you tried talking to him?” he asked.
“Kaz is unbelievably stubborn.”
“And if Nikolai’s stories have revealed anything, I believe you are too.” y/n chuckled. “So why haven’t you told him?” y/n paused and looked at him. Tolya offered a small smile. “Perhaps the first step in receiving trust is showing it? Someone always has to take the first step.”
y/n watched Kaz from the doorway of his room. He was going through various maps and documents spread out over his desk. She knew that he knew she was there. Somehow he always knew. Nonetheless, she knocked on the doorframe.
“Yes?” Kaz said.
“We need to talk.”
He barely glanced at her.
“It’ll have to wait.”
“No, Kaz. We need to talk now. We can’t keep working like this and you know it.”
He huffed and looked at her as she stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. He leaned back against his desk.
“What is it?” he asked. “In case you’ve already forgotten, we have to leave for Shu Han soon.”
“I haven’t forgotten. But if this plan works, you need to know the truth.”
“About?”
“Me.” She waited for him to make a quip or dismissal, but received none. So, she took a deep breath. “My real name is y/n Lantsov. I’m the third child of King Alexander and Queen Tatiana. I never made my society debut because once it was discovered that I was Grisha, I was taken to the Little Palace. From then on I was raised with the intent of identifying as Grisha, not a Lantsov.
“As a result, my parents basically forgot I existed. My eldest brother barely spoke to me as it was, so I was only truly close with my other brother. I wasn’t allowed to see him. Kirigan wanted there to be little to no reminders of our pasts so that we could separate ourselves from the otkazat’sya.”
She paused and looked outside. Ketterdam was bustling with activity, both legal and illegal, just as it always was. Ketterdam never slept.
“Early on, Nik and I would sneak out at night to meet. We were children and would rather play than train and learn. Nik loved to play pretend. We had found an old boat and we’d be sailors. I’d use my powers to steer us. He’d call himself Sturmhond with the distinction that he was a privateer, not a pirate.
“But we eventually got caught. I was disciplined by my instructors and put through more rigorous training. More so than some of the others. At first I thought it was because I had snuck out, but time went on and I was still pushed harder. My powers are no where near Zoya’s level. I doubt even an amplifier could get me there. Unfortunately, it took me too long to learn why that was.
“Kirigan wanted me pushed because of my background. He was… almost giddy about the fact that I was a Lantsov. I started noticing his power plays against my family. When he would visit the Grand Palace, I was among his small entourage of Grisha. He would give me special tasks when we visited, as if flaunting the fact that I was under his command instead of my parents.
“One day, while a group of us were traveling, we were attacked by Fjerdans. Drüskelle. They ambushed us, their goal to bring us to the Ice Court for a supposed trial. But we knew better so we fought back.” y/n took a deep breath to calm herself and force back the memories. “When I realized I was the last one standing, I used my powers to knock the remaining Fjerdans unconscious. I couldn’t kill them, despite the fact that they had just killed my friends.
“But as I stood there, I realized that I was alone. For the first time in years, I was by myself. I realized that there was nothing tying me down in that moment, so I fled. I went to the nearest port and stowed away. I ended up here and chose to make a new life for myself. One where no one knew who I was, where I would have more freedom than I could have imagined. Then I met you. And you know the rest.”
Silence fell over the room. y/n didn’t want to admit it but she was nervous how Kaz would react. She could feel him watching her, staring holes into her back.
After a minute, she felt the air shift and heard Kaz push himself off the desk. He slowly walked toward her, cane thumping at his side. She continued to stare outside even as he came to stand next to her.
“So Sturmhond is the prince,” he said.
y/n almost wanted to scoff - of course that was what he chose to say first - but she refrained.
“Yes. Tolya confirmed it for me.”
“And when he came to Ketterdam and inquired about you, it was because he thought you were dead.”
She shrugged.
“I suppose so. I don’t know what got reported to the king or Kirigan after the ambush. At some point, I stopped caring. It wasn’t my problem anymore.” She looked down. “Guess I was kidding myself. It’s hard to bury your past.”
Kaz huffed.
“Not if you bury it somewhere no one will ever look.”
“And I thought no one would look in Ketterdam,” y/n said, finally looking at him. “The Darkling never left Ravka and I had no idea where my brother was. I hadn’t seen him in years. I didn’t even know he had gone to serve in the military until he had been gone for three months.”
Kaz studied her for a long minute. y/n wished (not for the first time and certainly not the last) that she could read him.
“When we retrieve the neshyenyer and go to Ravka to deliver it, what will you do?” he asked. “I have no doubt we’ll run into your brother at some point.”
y/n sighed.
“I don’t know. I suppose I should talk to him at the very least. He deserves that.”
“And after?”
She shrugged.
“I’ll figure it out when I get to it.” She looked him in the eye. She knew that her answer probably left him unsatisfied but it was the best she could offer in the moment. “What about you?”
“Me?”
“Last week you said that my past would tell you whether or not you could trust me. Now you know. What’s your verdict?”
Kaz’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he scanned her over. She refused to look away. Finally, he nodded.
“I trust you,” he said. “You’ve got our backs.” He stepped back, breaking eye contact with her so that he could gather various things off his desk. “Now finish gathering what you need. We leave for Shu Han in an hour.”
#month of writing#writing prompt#kaz brekker#Kaz Brekker x reader#dirtyhands#bastard of the barrel#shadow and bone#shadow and bone netflix#six of crows#grisha#grisha reader#kaz x reader#one shot#squaller reader#lantsov reader#tolya yul bataar#tolya is a relationship counselor
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Listen, Six of Crows set in San Fransokyo
Kaz "born under the Golden Gate Bridge" Brekker
Bot fights and bot gamblings and just general gambling in the shadier part of the city
Kaz being brought into the city with Jordie when he became a student in The San Fransokyo Institute of Technology (SFIT)
Kaz wanting to be a student at SFIT too, but then Jordie dies, his invention and its blueprints stolen
Kaz being saved by one of the school trustees, Pekka Rollins.
Kaz being Pekka's foster's son. He's also trained to steal for Pekka in the name of "you can't expect to live under his roof for free"
Pekka promises he's investigating Jordie's missing blueprints. He tells Kaz of his suspicion that Jordie was murdered
Inej meeting Kaz when he's out monitoring one of the gambling dens one night. She was stealing food.
Inej was child trafficked into SF
She's one of the kids being experimented on for a medical company, insert an on the nose name of a company for Tante Heleen.
She's one of the survivors from a medical experiment and she somehow has a debt that she has to pay back to the company
Pekka Rollins is obsessed with avenging his dead son who he thinks dies because of a trial medication so he decided to steal Jordie's (insert another invention that can help Pekka's scheme) invention
Jesper goes to the same school as Kaz. Street rat and a bit of a druggie but genius in chemistry.
Wylan is from a music school where his richie rich parents are the trustees. People have never seen him. The Van Eck also have claws in the gambling and the medical industry.
Kaz being sent on a basically suicide mission where Rollins doesn't expect him to return from. He tells him not to bother coming home if he doesn't succeed
That is to steal Matthias, a robot from a well-guarded laboratory and his blueprints.
Nina is one of the nurses at the laboratory.
Matthias is not a robot
Sci-fi Six of Crows
Edit : SOMEBODY PLS WRITE THIS :'D
#I'm sure there's loads more details to tinker with but my brain is not braining em atm#soc#six of crows#kaz brekker#big hero 6#inej ghafa#crooked kingdom#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#nina zenik#matthias helvar#alternate universe#au#story prompt#fic#writers on tumblr
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We’re back with our next round of prompts Third Army! This week (January 14th to January 20th) we want to talk all about “resilience”. The theme of always coming back, the theme of making things our own.
We will never give up, we will never die out. And to aid that we are going to give out prompts and boost content about our Grishaverse, and we need your help! Come join us, send us your fanfics, post your art, and make sure to use hashtag #Third Army so we can see each post!
Writing prompt: "Genya felt like a statue as she sat at the head of the council room's table. She felt marble and cold and distant, but David's hand was across the table and out of her reach. She was alone here as she prepared to give her speech, but she had to do her best. She had to make the Triumvirate proud and win over the councilmen of Ravka, lest they continue to claim Nikolai a monster."
Writing prompt: Why not make an “incorrect quotes” post for Shadow And Bone! It can be a modern social media AU or a text post from the canon era, whatever you prefer!
Writing prompt: It’s a staple in the fanfiction community, but for good reason. Take your favorite ship and throw them in a “flower shop right next to tattoo parlor business rivals” AU!
Art prompt: We've seen Dan Zollinger's art of the Saints, now draw your favorite Saint in your own style.
Art Prompt: Kaz says he will tear Pekka down “Brick by Brick” - let’s see that again, but with literal building bricks! Reenact a scene from Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows in lego form!
Photoshop challenge: Jesper says that maybe he likes Wylan’s stupid face - let’s photoshop that “stupid” face on all sorts of different things! The more bizarre the better!
Photoshop challenge: Let’s practice tailoring with Genya! Give the Shadow and Bone characters makeovers - maybe the Darkling is going through an emo/punk phase (it’s not a phase Baghra) or how about giving Alina a nice cottage-core makeover. Maybe even give Inej a kpop idol dream aesthetic!
Mixed Media challenge: Some of the iconic Crooked Kingdom book parts made it on screen, but not all of them! Why not draft up a gifsets/art/edit to show a Crooked Kingdom scene we haven't had on screen yet?
Video edit prompt: Compile together your favorite highlights and quotes for a "the Shadow and Bone cast once said…" video edit!
Question/Answer prompts: In the Lives of Saints, we learn to apologize and forgive - among other things. We also learn to stand our ground. Never apologize for campaigning for what you love, but maybe we should at the very least send an apology message to the poor Netflix social media managers who got caught in the crossfire of campaigning?
Every week I want to ask people to share happy/hopeful stories about Grishaverse and the campaign. Let’s talk about the friends we’ve made, the kindness in the fandom, and any moments of hope we can share to keep our spirits strong!
#six of crows#grishaverse#shadow and bone#netflix shadow and bone#netflix#soc#six of crows fandom#sab#soc and ck#saveshadowandbone#third army#character essay#save the grishaverse#save shadow and bone#six of crows spinoff#sixofcrowsspinoff#shadow and bone netflix#shadow and bone fandom#writing prompt#art prompt#netflix series#grishaverse fandom
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I want to start a petition to get Kaz's real name, cause I ain't gonna sleep til I have answers. Perhaps in the new season, there will be a full name-drop, at least him saying something about Reitvield. (I'm begging Leigh)
I am curious about what everyone thinks his name is. I think Kazimerias. Though idk why he would change that. Maybe cause it takes like 3 years to say
#kaz brekker#or is it...#kaz rietveld#incorrect six of crows quotes#six of crows prompts#six of crows incorrect quotes#six of crows#crooked kingdom#leigh bardugo#leigh bargudo#why is the second one spelt wrong#literally so exited for the next season#shadow and bone#shadow and bone season two#the dregs#kaz is angty™️#kazzle dazzle
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Completed two part merfolk!Wesper commission for @stormkpr 💙
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Wesper with 20 for the kisses ask game?
kisses on a scar (where it doesn't hurt)
CN: past physical abuse, implied sex
In the past two weeks Jesper has learnt many little things living in a Geldstraat mansion. He has learnt that he really rather likes having a private chef, and that he likes the way this chef in particular makes him waffles. He's also learnt that there is a right way to fold your napkin for dinner, a wrong way to dismiss a staff member when they bring up coffee, and that an expensive blanket really does make all the difference.
Jesper has also learnt that Wylan Van Eck is a fantastic person to live with and love.
Even though grief has worn them both down around the edges Jesper sees infinite light in his merchling's blue eyes. He hears unfettered joy in his laughter — because Wylan has laughed a lot lately — and savours every soft, lingering kiss.
He has also learnt that he rather enjoys the other kinds of kisses Wylan gives him.
Three days after that dreadful day a healer came round, sitting Wylan down and running gifted hands over each battered bruise. Jesper sat with him at his request, not holding his hand but wanting to. He watched each mark vanish, hearing the faint hitch in Wylan's breath as fractured bones knitted back together. Then the healer left them be and Wylan showed Jesper what sort of down payment he wanted to offer.
Now, Jesper gazes lazily across Wylan's bedroom, still feeling utterly satisfied from the night before. A smile lingers at the corner of his lips as the memories dance across his mind. Wylan is still tucked beneath his arm, breathing easily. The past few weeks have certainly been a learning experience, but Jesper's most recent educational endeavor has been discovering what way Wylan likes to be touched best if they're aiming to make him come.
Saints, had it been a good night.
"We can't stay in bed all morning," Wylan murmurs.
For the past fifteen minutes he's been drawing patterns on Jesper's bare chest with his fingertip. Naked beneath the blankets, the two of them are pressed together against each other. It thrills Jesper, feeling Wylan's bare thighs against his own. The very same thighs he was perched between last night.
"Mm," Jesper finally replies, trying to force himself to pay attention before he gets distracted and finds his body betraying what he's thinking about. "You sure? I can be plenty convincing, merchling."
Wylan laughs. He smacks his palm against Jesper's chest lightly, then pulls away. Jesper frowns at him and means nothing by it but joy. He watches Wylan stand, stooping low to snatch up the drawers he allowed Jesper to peel off him last night and tug them back on. He forgoes a shirt, though, meandering across the room to head towards his vanity.
From the bed, Jesper stares at Wylan's naked back. He is struck suddenly by the fact that he has never actually paid attention to Wylan's body without a shirt on. Until last night they've been sleeping in separate beds.
There is a scar.
Wylan has started messing around with some of the lotions on his vanity, head ducked down. It leaves Jesper with a clear view of the scar down the length of his shoulder blade. It is thin and corded, tracking unignorable variation over his pale skin. Jesper hadn't really looked at his back last night when the two of them were naked together, and he hasn't seen much of Wylan naked otherwise. But in this peaceful moment he has a perfect view of Wylan's uncovered skin, and cannot look away from the mark.
Jesper crawls out of bed, making his way over to Wylan almost cautious. No one can ever describe Jesper as careful, but Wylan is something he wants to take care with.
"I don't need you distracting me over here," Wylan calls over his shoulder, having spotted Jesper starting to move in the mirror. He catches Jesper's eye in a reflection. There's still a smile in his words, but suddenly all Jesper can imagine is the ache of a boy beaten and bloodied. "Jes?"
He blinks, not having realised just how distracted that train of thought made him or how close he ended up getting. When he looks at Wylan in the mirror again he sees his pale brow furrowed.
Before Jesper really thinks about it he's lifted his hand and brought his fingertips up to the scar on the back of Wylan's shoulder. Wylan's breath catches, a gunshot in the silence. Jesper freezes.
With effort, he sees Wylan swallow. He shifts, weight adjusting, but he doesn't edge away from Jesper entirely. His hand stays on Wylan's skin, glancing over the scar. For an eternal second, the two of them are silent.
Jesper breaks it first.
"On Vellgeluk," he starts. In the mirror, he sees Wylan shut his eyes. The after-image of regret is obvious on his shut eyelids and it makes Jesper feel awful. It feels like infinite years since that afternoon on Vellgeluk but they both remember the things that were said. The secrets spilled against their holders will.
Wylan stretches a hand up, brushing his fingers over the back of his shoulder. He can't quite reach it, but brushes against the edge of Jesper's finger.
"He didn't do it himself," he offers. There is no need to acknowledge who he is. "There was a doctor that told him—" Wylan inhales deeply like the words are fighting him. Jesper wants desperately to tell him he doesn't need to carry on, but he can't bring himself to. Regardless, Wylan presses on. "The doctor said beatings would help. Beltings. He didn't seem to care about folding over the metal. Pain clears the mind, apparently."
Jesper curses. Wylan's fingers twitch one more time, making Jesper too aware once more about the fact he's still touching something he shouldn't. He goes to jerk away but Wylan moves faster, grabbing for Jesper's hand and keeping it still. He has to stretch his arm backwards over his shoulder to do so but it does what he intends it to.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. It hasn't hurt in years." His voice is the softest whisper that betrays his vulnerability. Jesper won't say weakness, because Wylan is not weak. He is basalt glass. No acid inside his soul burns him.
But this kind of vulnerability is entirely different to the vulnerability they showed each other last night. This vulnerability is infinitely scarier.
Jesper exhales. It makes his breath ghost over the bare expanse of Wylan's shoulder. It ruffles curly red hair and makes the young man shiver. Before he can overthink it Jesper ducks his head and replaces the touch of his fingers with his lips. Wylan gasps, adjusting the hand that had been touching Jesper's finger to brush against the side of his head. Jesper inhales the scent of sweat and lemon soap, leaving his lips on the mark like he can wipe it away.
"Your father is a monster," he finally whispers, lips moving against Wylan's bare skin. Jesper glances up to catch Wylan's eye in the mirror again and sees him smile.
"Yeah," he says, "but the monsters I'm friends with are far scarier."
The thought makes Jesper laugh. He wraps his arms around Wylan's waist, hugging him back against his chest and relishing the warmth of him. One more time, Jesper kisses the back of Wylan's neck.
"Damn straight," he says. "Now, how about we ask your chef to make more of those waffles?"
#this one got rather long (and i smushed two together) but i had a really specific idea for this!#also none of these fills are being edited or proofread and i wrote this one in a car so sorry if it's got glaring errors lmfao#kiss prompts#wesper#soc#six of crows#wylan van eck#jesper fahey#asks#ace-kaz-brekker
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(Forbidden Forest)
Garreth: Fine but if Ashwinders kill us all, I'm going to get Ominis' ghost to teach my ghost parseltongue so I can annoy the hell out of your ghost by hissing in your ear for all eternity.
Sebastian: I'll just hire MC's ghost to kick your ghost's arse.
MC: My ghost won't be associating with your ghosts.
#source: six of crows#hogwarts#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes#hogwarts legacy imagine#hogwarts legacy drabble#hogwarts legacy prompt#hogwarts legacy headcanons#hogwarts legacy one shot#hogwarts legacy funny#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy sebastian#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow imagine#sebastian sallow drabble#sebastian sallow headcanon#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow fluff#sebastian sallow x reader#hogwarts legacy garreth#garreth weasley imagine#garreth weasley#garreth weasley fluff#garreth weasley drabble#garreth weasley headcanons#garreth weasley x mc#garreth weasley x reader#hogwarts legacy ominis#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt imagine
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Masterlist !
Requests are open, use this guide to help you if you’re stuck!
* Smut (18+ Minors DNI)
The Night Agent
Go Ahead and Watch My Heart Burn - The Night Agent
Still Falling For You - Peter Sutherland x fem!reader
Part One Part Two
Photograph - Peter Sutherland x Reader
Nervous - Peter Sutherland x Reader
I Do - Peter Sutherland x fem!reader
Perfect - Peter Sutherland x fem!reader
Keep Holding On - Peter Sutherland x fem!reader
Anything Could Happen - Peter Sutherland x fem!reader
Fallin' For You - Peter Sutherland x Reader
Shadow & Bone / Six of Crows
* Movement - Kaz Brekker x fem!reader
Arms - Wylan Hendriks x male!durast!reader x Jesper Fahey
#fanfiction#fanfic#prompts#requests open#the night agent#peter sutherland#peter sutherland x reader#peter sutherland x you#peter sutherland fanfic#kaz brekker x you#kaz brekker fluff#kaz brekker smut#kaz brekker x reader#kaz brekker#shadow and bone#six of crows#soc#jesper fahey#wylan hendriks#wylan van eck#jesper x wylan x reader
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