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i just realized is that kaz tried to use a father’s love for his son against him three times (jan van eck, pekka rollins, colm fahey)

and i just can’t help but think about how much his dad must’ve loved him for him to think of a father’s love as their greatest weakness

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proof the best couples don’t judge each other, they judge other people, together

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people who write fics. how do you feel about comments on super old ones you wrote like 2+ years ago

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this is definitely not very original but!!!! I would love a modern au with best friends/roommates to lovers with some jealous jesper (I feel like we always see jealous wy but jealous jesper is so fun!!) t4t or one of them being trans? you decide! and maybe sex when they get together but not necessary:)

wrote the first part to this prompt ages ago and figured I may as well share it!

The rain on the kitchen window starts slowly. Tap. Tap. Tap. It's not cold, exactly. The heating is on, at least. Their attic apartment is draughty, though.

Wylan shifts. His cardigan is drawn close over his otherwise bare chest, arms crossed in front of himself. Still, sitting on a stool beside their bar top counter, he doesn't feel even remotely well covered enough. Across the kitchen, Jesper isn't looking at him. He's cooking breakfast for the two of them.

“You know it's, uh.” Jesper stops. Clears his throat. “We’ve all done it.”

A quiet huff from Wylan. “In this kitchen?” Jesper tips his head, then shrugs. Wylan wrinkles up his nose. “Do I want to know where?”

Jesper looks over his corner, smiles at his roommate. “It’s a good counter for it.”

Wylan's face starts to heat, and shows no sign of stopping. He finds himself staring at the only real free stretch of counter they have — where Jesper had just been cracking eggs into flour to make a batter — where Wylan had just been bent over with his face pressed into the linoleum with a gruff Ravkan sailor he'll never see again fucking him from behind at seven in the morning — where Jesper saw them.

Oh, Ghezen.

The memory is crystalline in Wylan's head. Weather-worn hands roughened from working on rope clinging tight to his slim hips, having just pushed him down over the kitchen counter — and Wylan really hadn’t meant to have another round but he’d woken up when last night’s bedfellow rose and offered coffee and… well. It all just happened, standing waiting for the pot to brew in the low dawn light, wearing nothing but a cardigan and boxers that ended up thrown across the tile floor. Wylan hadn’t minded. He’d been the one to dash back to his bedroom to grab lube and a condom.

He just hadn’t expected his roommate to come back home while it was happening.

The rain is getting louder against the window glass behind him. He hasn’t touched his coffee. An hour has passed and his legs are still shaking. Ghezen, that sailor — what was his name? Wylan can’t actually remember anymore. Just the way his grip had left bruises that still linger on the thin jut of Wylan’s hip bones. He made Wylan scream this morning like he made him scream last night, and ducked his head low to growl praise in Wylan’s ear as they raced towards the finish line. And then — Saints — he’d called Wylan a pretty boy and made him come on the side of his cupboard at the very same time the door to the kitchen opened.

With a sizable clatter Wylan is presented a plate of pancakes, jerked unceremoniously free from his memories.

“I can tell you’re still thinking about it,” Jesper says.

Wylan glares at his roommate. “Can we not discuss this right now?”

The sound of Jesper’s laughter resounds in Wylan’s head, smug and irritating. How he’s moved on so easily from his earlier awkwardness is anyone’s guess (although Wylan supposes he has the benefit of not having been walked in on while he was coming). With his own plate of pancakes on a plate beside Wylan’s, Jesper pushes himself to sit atop the counter like nothing untoward happened there. Wylan forces himself not to think too much about it, focusing on his pancakes. Jesper put chocolate chips in them, probably because he knows they’re Wylan’s favourite. The only sound in the room is the dull rhythmic thud of Jesper’s feet kicking the cupboards as he fidgets. The wood is clean now. Wylan thinks he'd die if it had stained.

“I’m just saying that there’s no judgement in consensual sex.”

The fires flaming on Wylan’s face burn ever brighter. “Jesper.”

“He was hot! If you go for the rugged types, I guess.”

Wylan exhales sharply through his nose. “If you’d like to chase after him I’m sure he’s still somewhere in Ketterdam.”

Jesper clicks his tongue. “Not my type, really. I tend to go for pretty boys, you know?”

Wylan freezes, fork halfway to his mouth. Jesper has similarly gone still. There is absolutely no question that both of them are sitting here — not that close but close enough to feel too close, suddenly — and remembering the way Wylan’s one-night stand held him against the counter and called him just that. Pretty boy. Gruff enough to make Wylan see stars and loud enough for Jesper to hear as he walked in on Wylan coming hard over calloused fingers. It isn’t storming quite yet, but the rain still feels thunderous against the glass windows beside them.

As soon as Jesper opens his mouth Wylan shoots to his feet, letting his fork fall to the table with a clatter. If there is one thing he knows it is that Jesper will say something too— too— too Jesper-y. It will break Wylan, whatever it is, either out of complete mortification or because it’ll break his heart. He can’t cope with that, not today. Not now. He’s barely had any sleep.

He sends Jesper a clumsy, half-hearted smile, watching him wipe shock or disappointment off his face too quickly to be anything other than very well-practised.

“I’m tired,” Wylan says. His voice sounds weak to his own ears, and he prays that Jesper doesn’t comment on why exactly he will be, although they’re both thinking it. Wylan’s knees wobble. “Thanks for the pancakes.”

Then — because, at the end of the day, Wylan Van Eck is nothing more than a filthy coward — he picks up his plate and disappears into the hall, heading back to his bedroom where he can be alone.

His door shuts behind him with a click, and it takes all the effort he has going spare not to collapse backwards against it and sink to the floor. Instead he makes his way across the tiny amount of floorspace his bedroom has, sets his pancakes down on his nightstand, and climbs back into bed. He wasn’t lying when he said he was tired, and he’s a little bit sore, too. Not that he wanted to admit that to Jesper.

Wylan burrows into bed sheets that still smell like sweat and sea air, but cannot take his thoughts away from wondering if Jesper is still thinking about what he saw.

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Kanej + incorrect quotes

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insp.

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I will be forever dreaming about the six of crows spin off so imagine that scene from crooked kingdom where Jesper and Wylan run into Jesper's ex/one night stand/whatever and she's like "you told me you would by me breakfast!" and Wylan is all jealous and goes "you can't afford to by her breakfast" but instead it's like Jesper calls her by her name or something and Wylan says "oh, HER you remember!"

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There should be a fanfic writing game called the showrunners challenge where someone writes a story and partway through someone else can play things like "actor leaves after 4000 more words" or "topic now too politically sensitive due to unforeseen world events" or "lost rights to that reference"

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So canonically, Kaz is totally jacked. Like he holds the weight of a grown man on multiple occasions. And I don't know about anyone else, but if I take a couple weeks off from working out, my muscle mass tanks, so like. Kaz must be working out like every single day. That's the real reason Kaz doesn't sleep much. Does paperwork all day, works out all night. Inej gets back from a mission and goes to drop off a contract at 3 am and Kaz is just doing vertical pushups

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First time smut writer: Um. Hope this is OK? It's only a bit of smut at the very end of the epilogue and you can skip it, it's ok. So sorry, um. Oh dear me. Please don't judge me. Nobody read this omg what have I done 😳

Seasoned smut writer: *ringing bell* Come get uR PORNOGRAPHY! 10k pwp, it's KINKY AS HECK so share it with all your friends!!! If you've got any suggestions for my Kinktober just drop it in the comments, I will write whatever wet, messy & DOWNRIGHT FILTHY fic about these two idiots 👏

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Losing my mind over the musical symbolism in Shadow and Bone (especially for the crows). Each character has a theme. When we first see Kaz, we hear his theme over a slow shot panning up from the tip of his cane to his face. His theme is a slow, ominous violin theme. This establishes even before he starts talking that this man is dangerous. He is not to be fucked with. But it also establishes that he's calm, he's cold, he has it together. He's a cold, calculating type of dangerous, not a fiery, angry kind of dangerous. Just a few bars of music gives the viewer a really good grasp of what kind of character they're about to be introduced to without a single line of dialogue being spoken.

The first time we see wylan he's sitting on the street, playing his flute for change, and the song he's playing is actually his own theme (i'm obsessed with this fact. its so fucking cool.) His theme is mostly flute and piano (he is later shown playing the piano. The piano song he plays was actually composed by Jack Wolfe, the actor playing wylan, which is the coolest thing ever) So his theme being made of flute and piano makes a lot of sense. He's a musician, and those are his instruments. This establishes him as an artist, as a musician, as a generally very creative person, and so it pairs very well with the visual of him playing his flute. BUT. But. There's a third instrument in his theme. The violin. And it feels very out of place. His flute/piano theme is very soft, very flowy, very whimsical, but the violin feels more like a march. it's more forceful, more ominous. its actually very similar to Kaz's theme. It's weird. This flowy, whimsical song with this subtle yet jarring bit of very kazzy violin in there.

I LOVE this little detail. it subtly nods to the similarities between kaz and wylan, but also how they seem so different on the surface. Kaz's song sounds very different to wylan's, but under the surface, there's a very similar song playing for both, just like how they seem so different, yet underneath it all, they're very much the same. This is phenomenal audital storytelling, all in a few seconds of music people barely even pay attention to. But it connects the two characters before we even see them interact for the first time which is just!!!! the coolest!!!!!

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want your favorite author to update but don’t want to be too pushy in their comment section?

here’s 5 things you can do to encourage them:

Reblog their fic link on tumblr (bonus if it’s with tags)

Bookmark the fic with a note about what you’re excited about/love in the fic

Recommend the fic to your friends or local discord channel

Draw art or create other media for the fic (as indicated by the author’s comfort level)

Leave them a comment when re-reading about the parts of the chapter/story that stood out to you the second time

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current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.

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Kanej Stans wake up!

Thee Frostbite Studios is drawing Kaz and Inej!!! 😍😍😍

NEED THIS INJECTED IN MY VEINS RIGHT NOW 😩

art by: frostbite.studios on IG

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Jack Wolfe performing the song I'm Alive from the musical Next to Normal.

Such beauty and talent in a single wonderful package. It's almost unfair at that point.

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happy crows :)