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youaremyworldlois · 1 year
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the thing about shadow and bone season two is that unlike MANY other showrunners they didn’t act dumb abt Netflix cancellation record and said slow burns in THIS economy? yeah we know better
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Kaz: I'm not that much of an awful person-
Inej: Yes, you are but continue.
Kaz *ignoring her*: -I prevented a murder today.
Jesper *surprised*: Really, how?
Kaz *staring at Nina*: Self-control.
Mathias *solemnly*: Aah yes. Understandable.
Nina *offended*: Excuse me!!
Wylan *visibly concerned*: You all need therapy.
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manyregerts · 1 year
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I'll admit that it kinda rubbed me the wrong way a little, at first, the way they had Kaz point out such an obvious weakness as lack of pain-- ignoring, of course, that the only reason it's obvious to me is because it's such a common trope. But the more I think about it, the more I actually really like it. I can't remember if the books explicitly state Inej's level of violence and if so, when/how it escalates, but in the show at least her first kill is on screen. Once Kaz explains the logic behind no pain being a weakness, Inej had no problems implementing that. It was never a skill issue, she just hadn't yet become violent minded enough to apply her skillset in such a purposefully lethal way. Kaz "Bastard of the Barrel" Brekker, of course, had no issues thinking that way immediately.
I'm so mentally ill about them please send help
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kumeko · 1 year
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A/N: I need to shove Kazej into a closet, work off that UST that’s even present after she literally killed in front of him XD I wanted to dig a little into the two kills in s1, that line Inej thought she’d never cross before realizing that everyone, even her, has a price.
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The first time Inej kills, it is by instinct. Adrenaline mixed with fear, her knife flies out of her hands before she even thinks of it. There is no sound except the soft thud as the inferni’s body hits the ground, the harsh pants as she catches her breath, Kaz’s sharp intake as he realizes just how narrowly he escaped death this time.
There were three people in this room. Now, there are two and a corpse. Inej locks eyes with Kaz and finds a similar expression of surprise, of fear, of dawning realization.
She killed.
Inej killed.
There is blood on her hands.
She doesn’t think as she slips over the rail, as she falls to the first floor, as she silently makes her way to the body. Her footsteps are muffled by the thundering of her heart and for a moment, there is nothing but her and the corpse, all other concerns fading away. The inferni is still and quiet, in ways he wasn’t just a mere minute ago, in ways he will always be for the rest of time. Blood pools around his head, her dagger gleaming in the flickering light.
And still the inferni does not move.
Kaz does, his steps loud and clunky. The sound used to reassure her. Now, she doesn’t know how to feel. In all aspects that matter, he’s the reason this happened.
She had long thought she would never kill, but it seems even she has her line. Inej cannot tear her eyes away from the dead man, the way his body is hunched over and curled. It is not her first body and yet, in many ways, it is.
“I…killed him,” she whispers. The words make it all the more real and her hands tremble. A dagger had left her hands. Her oath had been broken without a thought. Did that make it worse than doing it on purpose?
“Inej, look at me,” Kaz pleads, Kaz demands. His voice stirs her out of her reverie. When her eyes meet his, there is something akin to desperation in his expression. “You saved me.”
A life for a life. His for a stranger’s. Inej understands. She’s seen it in plenty of times before. Self-defense is a common murder weapon for Ketterdam. It is not an excuse she expected to ever wield. Kaz or the inferni, a simple choice.
If only it could be so simple.
No. Inej’s fist curls, her nails digging into her skin. No, that’s entirely wrong. It was that easy. It was all too easy. If only it weren’t that easy, if only it had been hard. The knife had flown from her hands without a second thought and even now, she knew she’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Inej doesn’t know what that makes her but she doesn’t like it.
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The second time Inej kills, it is a choice. It is an inferni again and Inej wonders if she will forever associate fire with the ashes that come after.
The woman stands still in front of her, the dagger in her chest doing little to cool the inferno in her eyes. Even now, injured as she was, the inferni has a threat on her lips, a snarl deep in her throat. Her blood boils with a hatred as strong as the fires she conjures. Perhaps her brother looked like that too. He certainly had sounded like it when he’d threatened Kaz.
But looks…Inej isn’t certain what her first kill looked like. His body had been face-down, his profile hidden in shadow. She’ll never forget how still he was, how silent, how lifeless. In every way, the exact opposite of the spark burning in front of her right now.
Her hand is still on the dagger. A choice lies before her, and she doesn’t want to take it.
“I’d wait till a Healer is close by before you pull this out,” Inej suggests. She doesn’t need another ghost lingering behind her, another reminder of the line she had crossed. There are enough problems with the living without taking on the dead too.
“Suli trash,” the inferni spits out, her words covered in poison. Her eyes narrow. “I will track you down and kill everyone you love. And then.” A breath. A promise. An oath. “You.”
There’s no lie in her words. Vengeance is commonplace in the streets and alleys of Ketterdam and Inej’s lived long enough to recognize when someone means it.
She’s lived long enough to know the results of it.
Jesper. Kaz.
Perhaps there’s a way to end this bloodlessly. And if she waits long enough, she might think of one. But there’s a chance, there always will be a chance, of this all coming to bite her later and unlike Jesper, Inej doesn’t like rolling the dice.
“In that case.” Inej pauses. Her hand is still on the dagger. She cannot write away this kill, this moment. It’s not a mere reflex but a decision. Her decision. “I’ll take my knife back.”
She pulls the blade out. Her hand doesn’t tremble this time.
iii.
The third time Inej kills, it’s almost natural. A simple toss of the dagger, a momentary consideration before jumping over the line.
She doesn’t want to think about what that means.
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sleepless-crows · 1 year
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i— no
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dansdoom · 1 month
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you listen to love songs and you think about your relationships , i think of my ships we are different
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mistressaccost · 2 months
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watching mr and mrs smith thinkin how this would be the perfect kazej au…..
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nitgas · 2 years
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Vlny
Moje třídní na základce, na druhým stupni, říkala, že život chodí ve vlnách a někdy je to lepší a někdy horší a že je to normální. Nepamatuju si nic z toho, co říkala během všech těch hodin fyziky a nikdy jsem se nenaučila trojčlenku, protože well, jsem zrovna chyběla, ale tohle si pamatuju. Život chodí ve vlnách. Občas se přistihnu, že sedím na pláži a děsím se toho, že přijde bouřka a tsunami, musí přijít, takhle klidný moře prostě nemůže bejt navždycky. Říkala jsem to mojí psycholožce a pak jsme hodiny řešily, že mám přece vybudovanej protipovodňovej systém, kterej je narozdíl od benátskýho Mojžíše dostavěnej. Má pravdu. Mám vlnolamy, odvodňovací kanály, mám barikády, záchranný lodě. Všechno je v pořádku a když se něco posere, prostě to zvládnu. Zvládla jsem to dřív, všechno, co se stalo, v době, kdy jsem neměla ani fakin plavací křidýlka, takže teď to zvládnu taky. Jsem dobrej plavec, a kdyby něco, tak umím splývat.
Dneska se na twitteru Drahomíra ptala, jak máme postavený žebříček hodnot. Co jsou naše priority, na čem nám stojí svět. Celej život jsem tam měla svobodu. Číslo jedna, moct si dělat, co chci, nikomu a ničemu se nezodpovídat. Nenávidím systémy a instituce, církve a politiku, společnost. Dělej to, co chceš, aby dělali ostatní tobě a tvoje svoboda končí tam, kde začíná ostatním. Neponižuj se a nepovyšuj se nikdy a před nikým. To mi vždycky říkala teta, tím se řídím a můj svět funguje. Lidi mi do něj lezou se svejma debilníma pravidlama a kazej mi ho, ale I can handle it. Splývám.
Svoboda je pro mě pořád na prvním místě, ale myslím, že není sama. Začínám chápat, že abych byla svobodná, nemusím lítat sama po horách, nemusím být sama. Abych mohla být sama sebou a dělat jen to, co chci, nemusím být sama. Nově je tam spokojenost. Chci být spokojená se svým životem a s tím jaká jsem. Snažím se žonglovat s prací, partnerským vztahem, koníčky a péčí o psa přesně tak, abych byla spokojená. Každý ráno se budím a celý den držím balanc. Žongluju zrovna tak, abych byla spokojená. A překvapivě zjišťuju, že to všechno, ty míčky, co mám po kapsách, mi nijak neubírají na svobodě. Můžu je kdykoli zahodit, ale nechci. Mám ráda svojí práci, mám moc ráda svůj tým a líbí se mi, jakým směrem se mi vyvíjí kariéra, mám ráda, že mi chodí peníze, za který se věnuju svým koníčkům. Těší mě každej úsměv mýho psa a každej piškot, co zblajzne. Těší mě, když se mi podaří udělat kompromis s mým klukem, když se dohodnem a najdeme společný řešení. Líbí se mi mít čistej a naprosto upřímnej vztah, plnej lásky, dialogů a objetí. Mít takovej vztah znamená trochu nesvobody, ale já se naprosto svobodně rozhoduju jí vzdát. Svobodná a sama jsem se totiž nikdy necítil tak spokojená, jako když přijdu domu a on mě obejme. Je to zvláštní, miluju ho, vážím si ho a respektuju jeho úsudek tak moc, že nemám prostor pro pochybnosti sama o sobě. Vím, že jsem pro něj dost dobrá, protože prostě není debil a nebyl by se mnou, kdybych nebyla. Vím, že mě miluje a ani by mě nenapadlo žárlit, protože vím, že kdyby mě nemiloval, tak by odešel rovnou a čestně. Občas se vidím v jeho očích a ta holka, kterou tam vidím, je fakt skvělá. Někdy si říkám, že všechny ty pohádky měly pravdu, láska je a láska léčí.
Nemám strach, že přijde vlna a já se utopím. Umím plavat a žonglovat se dá i při splývání.
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Alina just climbing in the trunk of her own accord was peak wattpad girl istg
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wandawxdow · 3 years
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Six of Crows & Shadow and Bone fic recs
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Six of Crows
Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa fic recs
Jesper Fahey x Wylan Van Eck fic recs
Other / Platonic / Character-Centric
A Thief’s Hands by Anibelli
Five Times Kaz Saved Jesper and the One Time Jesper Saved Kaz by Silverstar1
Wylan Van Eck: Demolition Expert and Clothes Thief by Silverstar1 
Shadow and Bone
Alina Starkov x Aleksander Morozova fic recs
Aleksander Morozova x Reader
First Snow by @dearmantis
heart to heart by @dearmantis
birth of the bone-breaker by @hopingforrainydays
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im-someone-i-guess · 3 years
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Yes Kazej, Suli for pain
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guardianofweirdness · 3 years
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I just finished crooked kingdom.
When I read books that make me cry, it’s almost always out of grief. Sorrow. The characters I love are dying, the circumstances are awful. But still, books rarely make me cry.
I sobbed at the end of crooked kingdom. But they were sobs of joy. Literal sobs of relief and hope. Kaz has grown so much. Inej isn’t leaving him, but she’s still seeking out her calling. Kaz fucking touched Inej and I bawled. I don’t know what divine abode Leigh Bardugo descended from, but she wrote the first book to make me cry from joy. These characters deserve so much.
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Inej: Don't worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Kaz: I think you mean cards. Inej, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.
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kumeko · 10 months
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A/N: I wish at the end of the season, Inej had kinda acknowledged that Kaz was trying, he was changing and making an effort, it just wasn’t enough for her.
Kaz took off his gloves.
While there had been other signs that it had been a dream, that had been the one bridge Inej couldn’t cross. Perhaps, Kaz could be honest and ask her to stay. Maybe he would put down his cane or push away her daggers. Though improbable, he could wrap his arm around her waist and pull her closer, his eyes searching hers as though he could find the meaning of life in there.
Yet, Kaz taking off his gloves, bare skin gliding across bare skin? Not a shudder nor a flinch at contact?
The illusion shattered immediately. Kaz did not lower his walls for anyone. Not even her. Especially her. Inej had spent far too many years battering against them until she was bruised and bloody, and those damned walls had remained as sturdy as ever.
In the daylight, walking side-by-side on the pebbled path, it was laughable how different reality was. There were the gloves, of course. As usual they were firmly on, a barrier against the rest of the world. But it was more than that. There was the way Kaz held himself, his rigid spine, his square shoulders, his wary eyes. The way he clutched his cane tightly, a trick to any passerby on just how serious his limp was. The stiffness in his voice as he turned to talk to her.
“Maybe I did see something through the haze of poison,” Kaz said. The inflection in his voice was subtle. She had spent far too many years learning it. At the unspoken question on her lips, he added, “There are those that drown us. And those that pull us out.”
A rare bout of openness. Something fluttered in her chest. “Maybe I saw something too,” she replied.
His gaze turns sharp. “What did your toxin trip reveal to you?”
It was funny, how a single line was enough to make her feel like a foolish lovelorn girl. Kaz’s expression was carefully schooled, just like his voice, and she could count in one hand the times he’s let down his mask. Even now, as they talked, there was a body’s width of space between them.
This was as close as they would ever get in reality.
No, that was not right. She had seen him change in the past few months, as slow as it was. Even this discussion was not something she could have imagined before they’d left to hunt for the Sun Saint. Given time, perhaps he would take off his gloves. Perhaps he would lower his guard, drop his mask, reveal to her the Kaz he had so carefully hidden away.
It would take years.
Inej was patient, she could not be a wraith otherwise. Even then, she did not have it in her. Nina had already shown her that sometimes, love wasn’t enough. And unlike the Sword Saint, Inej couldn’t spend decades waiting for Kaz to come to terms with his fears and feelings.
There was a body-width of space between them and Inej stepped back, letting the gap widen. “Hope is dangerous,” she replied softly. “Clouds your judgment.”
It was time she faced reality.
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wylanvnneck · 3 years
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Ok, ok BUT can we take a moment to think about how Inej discovered what her goal in life would be whilst she was climbing up a boiling hot incinerator shaft with her rubber slippers literally burning off her feet. Like, what methods are there for us mortals?
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