#Grishatober2020

[daywing-moved]

@grishatober​ 2020 day 04: canon ships — kanej

❝ slowly, he let their fingers entwine. for a long while, they stood there, hands clasped, looking out at the gray expanse of the sea. ❞

[exy101]

@grishatober‘s 2020 day 4: canon ships

maybe i liked your stupid face!

[juliettecai]

@grishatober​ 2020 day 23: patterns/motifs — ships 
+ MAKE ME CHOOSE. @illyrianwitchling​ asked — six of crows or warcross?

she would have her ship and he would have his city.

[elwinged]

@grishatober day 05: non-canon ships → genyalina

“Just… be careful.’ I stared at her, baffled. ‘Of what?’ ‘Of powerful men.”

[jewishjon]

Ohk I really want to read about kaz cooking. Do you think he can do it??

Set before Six of Crows

Kaz strolled away from the gambling hall, the door wide open behind him. He clutched his crow-head cane, without looking back. He could hear screaming and running feet from within the gilded establishment. People were already discovering the remnants of the job.

It didn’t faze Kaz - he’d be long gone by the time the Stadtwatch arrived to survey the damage. It wouldn’t be long before the staff of the gambling hall noticed that one of their most wealthy customers had dropped dead on the floor of his private room, fatal poison clouding his system.

It would take even less time for the authorities to find out that the only person who’d entered Henry Lowell’s exclusive lounge in the last hour was an unusual man with a distinct limp and black hair the colour of the darkest night.

Kaz was usually far more inconspicuous with his jobs, but there was little damning evidence pinning the guilt on him regarding this murder, beyond untrustworthy eyewitness accounts. Henry Lowell had made many enemies in his life, as one of the most notoriously fickle members of the Merchant Council. It wasn’t hard to imagine half of Ketterdam having fantasised about ending the egotistical man’s life.

Besides, he had met his demise via poison. Kaz Brekker was known for his more violent methods of murder. Chances were, no one would notice the empty plate covered in chocolate cake crumbs that Kaz had intentionally asked his man who worked in the hall kitchens to take and wash as soon as Lowell had had his fill. The man had toed the line between confidence and pure arrogance for years. It wasn’t Kaz’s fault that he had made the fatal decision of messing with the Dregs.

As Kaz entered the Slat, planning to head up to his office and decide how to deal with a rival gang that was rapidly gaining power in his territory, he found himself ambushed by a small yet incredibly ferocious figure.

Inej Ghafa stopped him in his tracks, standing in front of him and looking at him stubbornly.

Kaz narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing, Inej?”

Inej shrugged noncommittally, and smirked. “I don’t know. What were you doing earlier today?”

Kaz scowled and tried to push past her, but she held her ground.

“Why does it matter?” he snapped. “Get out of the way. I have work to get done before the job tonight.”

Inej turned away, beckoning Kaz to follow, and he followed her, annoyed at the distraction from his work, to the area that had been assigned as the Slat ‘kitchen’.

Kitchen was a rather strong word to describe this area. It was less of a kitchen, and more of a mess of used cutlery, and dust-covered pans that Kaz was fairly sure Jesper had stolen from a racist mercher to spite him. There were an abundance of sharp knives that had a vaguely red hint to their edges, and Kaz suspected it wasn’t rust.

Dirty plates piled in one corner, no one having bothered to clean them up in the entire time since Kaz joined the Dregs. The area was mostly used for members of the Dregs to grab the least disgusting plate they could find to eat whatever leftovers they’d managed to salvage from the street that day.

An idea of what Inej was hinting at began to take shape in Kaz’s mind. He sculpted his expression into one of irritation and made for the door.

“What do you want here?” asked Kaz. “This is the kitchen.”

Inej rolled her eyes. “I can see that.” She moved towards the corner and picked up a plate. “What I wanted to ask you about was this.”

On the plate was a quarter of a chocolate cake. The very same cake Kaz had used to kill Lowell.

“Jesper said you…” Inej seemed to be struggling to get the words out for fear of laughing. “Cooked this.”

Kaz raised an eyebrow. “As a piece in an elaborate and bloody murder plot, yes.”

“You can cook.”

“If it’s for the sake of business.”

“I repeat, you, Kaz Brekker, can cook a damn good chocolate cake.”

“If you won’t let this go, I’m leaving.” Kaz glanced at the door and noticed for the first time it was locked, and Inej was carrying a key triumphantly. He was certain it had been in his pocket a second before. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Inej pulled out a chair and sat down. “Beat you at your own game.”

Kaz laughed. “Never. I let you take that key.”

In truth, he’d been distracted, which was strange in itself. Kaz Brekker never let his attention stray. Yet, something happened when he was with Inej that made his focus slip momentarily. It was a weakness, and he’d spent years ensuring he had no weaknesses. It had to stop soon.

Inej took a knife from her belt and cut the cake into slices. She handed one to Kaz and he accepted it reluctantly, slipping down into the chair beside her.

“I sniffed it, and it didn’t have the scent of any poison I know. I’m assuming you didn’t hide any and mask the smell?”

Kaz scoffed. “You nearly ate that cake not knowing if it was poisonous or not?”

“That’s why you’re here.”

Kaz sighed. “You’re right. I added the poison for Lowell later. I couldn’t have some member of the Dregs salvaging it from the trash and eating it. Though, honestly, if they were stupid enough to do that they would probably have it coming.”

Inej took a bite of her cake and Kaz picked at his in silence.

“It’s not like I’m Ketterdam’s next best housewife or something.” snapped Kaz suddenly. “I learned this recipe from my mother, for Ghenzen’s sake.”

Inej looked up abruptly. She drew in a quick breath. “Oh. That’s… that’s the first thing you’ve said about your family.”

Kaz bristled, realising his mistake. “Don’t get used to it.”

Inej looked at the table, not meeting Kaz’s eye. “I only brought you here because it surprised me. That you could cook well. It wasn’t a side of you I’ve ever seen.”

“I don’t have another ‘side.’ I’m a gang leader and a murderer.” retorted Kaz, but it lacked venom.

Inej took another bite of her cake and let out a loose smile. “Maybe so, but this is a delicious cake.”

“Next time you see me stab a man in the guts, I’m sure all you’ll think about is my cake.”

Inej leaned forward and stole a piece of Kaz’s cake. She grinned. “If you make more of this, I might consider it.”

Kaz scowled. “If you tell anyone about this, your next slice of cake will be the poisoned one.”

Inej only smiled. “So there’s a next time?”

This fic was written for Grishatober Day Two: Soc characters! @grishatober

Tagging some of my Grishaverse mutuals bc I don’t have a taglist for some reason: @tsaritsas @sobachka @rangiskyoshis @vosjiks @kabhi-khushi-kabhi-gham @thomaslightwood @tricewithaz @spookykuwei @theprinceoftheair @nothewraith

[krugecrow]

@grishatober 2020 Day 30: Headcanons

💛🤍💜🖤 Enby Hanne! 💛🤍💜🖤

Inspired by a conversation I had with @scarecrowprince during the gvbb, that Hanne is enby!

[eckvan]

@grishatober day 20: fashion

Jesper in 2000's mall goth inspired clothing! Because y'all know his outfits would not be less loud in a modern (ish) day setting lmao

[aceinejghafa]

@grishatober​ day 02: soc characters

have a VERY belated Kaz Brekker

[corvidinacape]

Listening to AJR and thinking about him

Wanted to work on some old sketches so I drew Jesper in a similar style to the kuwei piece I did.

Also not sure how I feel abt this and might redo it but I had fun with trying new things when it came to taking the picture

(Tap for better quality bc tumblr loves making things fuzzy)

[fricklefracklefloof]

she’s so bright i can’t believe my eyes @grishatober day 6: saints and stories

[exy101]

@grishatober‘s 2020 day 2: soc characters

the really bad monsters never look like monsters.

[zemenipearls]

(Belated) Grishatober Day 8 - Family

Colm stared at the three cousins in front of him, who seemed determined to look everywhere but at him. Behind them was the kitchen. Or what was left of the kitchen.

“Care to explain?” he asked, his voice strained.

Molten… something… clung to the walls. Maybe it had been a light brown beforehand but now it was a blackened tar. In front of him were three very chastened teenagers. 

“Jesper?” he asked, looking at his son. He looked like he was going to be sick, and Colm hoped that wasn’t the case. He couldn’t handle another mess to clean up. Then he looked at Leoni, who was staring at her feet and very clearly about to cry. The poor girl couldn’t handle getting in trouble. Which was difficult when she was very much in trouble. Ronan - who typically went by Harshaw - looked pleased as a peach at the mess around them. Colm pinched the bridge of his nose. “Somebody needs to explain before your mother gets home.”

Saints. Aditi. Someone was going to be murdered. Probably him, for letting them into her kitchen unsupervised, because he was too busy watching the Irish National rugby team on television. I’m going to die, he thought. Although he was pleased Jesper had two cousins close to his age, when the three of them got together, it usually consisted of some minor catastrophe happening. Maybe this was a major one.

“Someone start talking,” he said, rubbing his temple.

Then everyone started talking.

“I put the aluminium in the microwave -”

“I told them not to they didn’t listen!”

“We forgot the chocolate was boiling -”

“I’m so sorry Da please don’t ground me -”

“It was magnificent!”

Colm waved his hands and put a finger to his lips. They all immediately quieted down. Saints, now Leoni was crying. He had a soft spot for the girl, but he needed to stay strong. Even as her bottom lip trembled. And Jesper looked pale. Harshaw, as always, looked unrepentant. Colm should have known when his sister said she was sending him over to spend a couple weeks in Harlem with them. 

Colm’s phone buzzed and he checked it. It was his lovely wife, of course. She was at a hair appointment, showing him the progress on her braids. “Judging from this picture we have three hours before your mum comes home and banishes us all to the street,” he said. “You three, start cleaning. You better get every last drop or I can’t protect you.”

The three kids eagerly nodded and immediately grabbed the cleaning supplies. Colm sent up a quick prayer. His family was a mess, but it was his.

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[milfketterdam]

@grishatober day 19: grisha characters - jesper fahey

[grishatober]

GRISHATOBER2020 DAY 01: TGT CHARACTERS

Welcome to the first day of GRISHATOBER2020! This prompt revolves around characters from the Grisha Trilogy, which includes the novels Shadow & Bone, Siege & Storm, and Ruin & Rising. 

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PROMPT FOR 01 OCT 2020

[el-michoacano]

@grishatober​ 2020 DAY 01: tgt characters

Nikolai x Zoya fluff and fun ❤

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"Zoya!" She rarely heard him sounding so desperate, and Zoya took off down the corridor of the palace towards Nikolai's bedroom. "Zoya!" he shouted again. "Come quick!"

When she came racing into the room, he was standing on his bed, eyes wild, searching the floor.

"What is it?" she asked, panting and fighting panic.

"It's under the bed!"

Zoya rolled her eyes, then dropped to her knees at the foot of the bed. There was nothing under the bed at all. She huffed, then straightened, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a dirty look. "There's nothing," she said coolly.

Nikolai, too, dropped to his knees, crawling to the edge of the bed. "There's a spider," he said. "It was huge! Nearly as big as me!"

Though Zoya sneered, she asked just the same, "Was it wearing a suit?"

"I only saw it for a minute," Nikolai said. Slowly, cautiously, he bent over the edge of the bed, his golden curls nearly touching the floor as he turned himself upside-down. "It may well have been wearing one."

Beside him, Zoya bent, too.

The beast soon appeared: It was a daddy long legs, no bigger than a coin.

Reaching out, Zoya let it climb onto her fingers, and Nikolai reared back when she pulled it out from under the bed. "He's harmless," she said. She rose as carefully as she could, crossing the room to the window. "Come open this for me," she called.

Though he hesitated, Nikolai did as he was told, opening the window so that Zoya could let the spider skitter off her fingers and onto the exterior wall of the palace. "My ruthless Zoya," he said in awe, "doesn't kill spiders?"

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Also tagging  @katherinedeveraux @daywing and @antinomes

[thefirsttailor]

Grishaverse Characters Majors

STUDENTS

alina- women’s studies

mal- sports management

nikolai- history/politics

tolya- english (poetry to be exact)

tamar- sports medicine 

genya-  chemistry

zoya- communications

david- physics 

harshaw- fire sciences (yes thats a real major)

nadia- meteorology 

PROFESSORS

baghra- the badass feminist professor that the men are afraid of she teaches something like criminology 

the darkling- that creepy professor, wears a newsboy cap, fails people out of spite, is weirdly obsessed with the girls in the class. also he teaches college writing

@grishatober Day 26 High school/college AU