#Shadow and Bone headcanon

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Nina: Would you punch Kaz for ten Kruge?

Wylan: No!

Inej: Absolutely not! That’s too little.

Jesper: Sure, why not?

Y/N: I will pay you ten Kruge to let me punch Kaz.

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tolya yul-bataar

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"Why don't I ask Tolya to soothe you by reciting some poetry."

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underneath the surface (♡ / ☆) → Nikolai plans on going down into the hidden labs of Lazlayon, but Tolya reveals his fear of caves to the reader. How can they help him?

The man standing next to you only shot him a dissatisfied glance, chewing on the inside of his cheeks as his eyes darted over the stone in front of him. You didn’t quite know why he felt so uncomfortable with caves and underground exploration, but you were well aware that he did get unusually stressed whenever Nikolai would mention the possibility of being faced with the issue.

maybe i should try harder (♡ / ☆) → The reader doesn't feel like she belongs with the others so Tolya is there to comfort her.

However, exactly the one person that you assumed would never notice, grew the most concerned for you. Your sudden absence mixed with your change in behaviour was quite disconcerting to him, especially when he realized that none of the others seemed to know exactly what was going on with you.

i glow pink in the night (☆) → In fear of losing the other, Tolya and the reader decided to split before the war began. But what happens afterwards?

You couldn’t believe it at first. If Nadia hadn't told you the news with tears in her eyes and a victorious grin on her lips, effectively waking you up from your dazed state, you probably still wouldn’t be able to believe it. The Civil War was finally over.

tearing it all down (☾ / ☆) → Tolya tries to get along with the one person he hates, but now, other feelings threaten to come to the surface.

Tolya wouldn't say that he particularly hated, or even disliked, anyone. His faith had taught him that hatred was rarely ever justified, and merely the utterly blasphemous or cruel are deserving of his hostility. But you? You were certainly making him question that belief.

snowball fight (♡) → Snow shenanigans with Tolya.

Tolya truly had a love-hate relationship with winter. On one hand, he loved the snow, the festivities and spending time with his friends. On the other hand, the stinging cold of the snow and the harsh winds made him want to throw himself off the highest tower of the Grand Palace. 

you are foolish to want (☾ / ☆) → Tolya and the reader are on their way to the Lazlayon until unforeseen circumstances put a slight dent in their plans.

He couldn’t be sure how much longer the path ahead of you could possibly still drag on; all he knew was that he likely wouldn’t be able to stay awake for the entirety of it. The tension of riding next to you alone would have usually been enough to keep him from falling asleep. Hell, the thought of you alone did the job well enough already. Yet something about this time felt different. 

two-parters

on waters so inviting, i almost jump in pt. 1┃pt. 2 (☾ / ☆) → Tolya and the reader have been pining over the other since they met, but Tolya is too scared to get too close, since he and the reader are just seemingly too different.

“You know, normally I’d tell you to quit staring at them, but I don’t think I can blame you when they look this good.” Tamar appeared next to her brother without a warning, almost causing him to jump out of his skin. She looked awfully smug and he hated that he knew exactly what was going through her head.

headcanons

tolya yul-bataar x reader dating headcanons (♡)

tolya yul-bataar x chaotic!reader dating headcanons (♡)

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Firebird's Affect on Mal

Mal with bird-like traits/animalistic behaviour.

OKAY, so Mal is the Firebird, right? And I know that the Firebird was never actually a bird, but, and hear me out here. WHAT IF, Mal had bird-like tendencies or even just more animalistic traits. Just picture Mal preening and puffing out his chest when someone compliments him, or specifically his tracking. (subtly, but noticeable if you're looking at him). Alina gets sick once when they were kids, and Mal spends a whole day running back and forth from her room gathering blankets and pillows and food and water until Alina stops him (buried in a mound of the aforementioned blankets and pillows). Or Mal in the military being oddly aggressive and territorial because of the trauma from being bullied in the orphanage, and becoming weirdly testy and hostile towards people who approach his "area".

And of course, because I am, as always, ridden with a severe case of Malkolai brainrot, so: Mal wearing bits of colour and spending ages in front of a mirror "preening" his appearance (essentially dressing up pretty and dolling himself up) before going to meet Nikolai. Mal constantly seeking Nikolai's attention by hovering (or, as Zoya and Alina dubbed it, "fluttering") about the golden King. Mal making a cooing/trilling noise when he's content, discovered when he and Nikolai were laying in bed and Nikolai started running and hand through his hair at the base of his head, which led to a very shocked silence, embarrassed blushing, frantic denials, and a fair amount of teasing (and yes, Nikolai does take full advantage of this discovery and now his hand is almost always on the back of his pet tracker's neck, much to the pleasure embarrassment of Mal). Mal extending his territorial and protective behaviour to Nikolai almost as soon as he met him, much to both parties' confusion and Alina's delight.

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i just have to say that i love your grisha headcanons, especially the one about different types of grisha + body horror <3 do you have any more headcanons or ideas like that?? i'd love to hear them! it's such an underutilised idea around powered beings!!!

AA thank you!!! I was surprised more people haven't though about it!

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I have a couple other ideas;

Heartrenders controlling a volcra (Here)

Volcra kill because they remember the want (Here read tags as well)

Specifically with the body horror aspect I would love to see it more casually brought up, I know I went extreme in the original post( and ended up going extreme here too)

Tailors who's skin is warm and soft always, their beauty a little too blinding, they never keep a steady appearance as they appeal to what the viewer wants most, in order to gain their trust. Sometimes that backfires, someone wants to see scars, or fangs, or a monster, and what Grisha to better satisfy that then one that can be what they need. They can make wounds or hide them, they can create scars, they can give someone who wants to hurt, to see others hurting what they want and no one has to suffer, do they?

Squallers who offer comfort through the constant feeling of a warm breeze surrounding someone, the soft sound of wind through chimes or leaves. They can control music just as much, crafting songs and sounds from instruments that never existed in the first place. They become sirens, pulling people in, deafening them with sounds before they even realize they can't hear beyond the wind whistling in their ears.

Tidemakers who's body's move fluidly, their ability to dance, their flexibility is unmatched, they move like water and most feel refreshed after they talk to them. They can bend and twist their bodies so easy, it's muscle memory to show others, to force the bones to bend and break under the pressure from them and their water. Some spend too much time with it, they become similar to a deep sea creature, unblinking and adapted in ways others could never live with.

Inferni who are always the perfect temperature, who can keep a group calm, lowing their body temperatures so they're forced to settle, they can take heat as easily as they can bestow it. The can keep the others comforted, complacent on missions with only each other for comfort; heat fills the space, heat can be the phantom memories of those gone. If there is a death on the field, often an Inferni will keep the bodies warm, to not spook others. They mimic the body heat of someone next to you, a phantom partner or lover in all the wrong ways.

Heartrenders who can manipulate the chemicals and neurotransmitters in a persons brain, even if they don't know what they're doing, people always feeling happier around them, feeling calm, feeling safe. Too much of a good thing is equal to bad. They become addicted like anything else, they become desperate, even the heartrender cannot control it, and often they succumb to those they subdued if not kept safely away from others, or if they use their powers sparingly.

Fabirkators that can breathe life into inanimate things. They create toys, things to comfort young Grisha, to comfort anyone who has lost something. If they focus, if they bargain and find help in other grisha, they can bring a loved one back for a moment, they can twist and warp the corpses before burial, to give comfort to those grieving, to take from those already dead. They often forget, creating things from nothing can lead to viewing everything as a tool. How can things be combined, how can they be taken apart. Fabrikators who pull at flesh a little too easily, after all it's only components, and those that volunteer, well they never have a reason to fear their friend who made their teddy bears dance when they were scared.

Amplifiers that find themselves connected to Grisha in ways they cannot explain. They can sense pain, fear, happiness, they can sometimes sense before the Grisha know themsevles, the whispers of power from under small fingers. They push too much into some, exhausting their power when they pull back, leaving material for the Fabrikators to take apart. Whispers of Grisha killing their own is what the Amplifiers bring. They find the ability to comfort, showing Grisha that their powers are not to be feared, that they can stop too much power leaking out. Small hands reaching for them, crying out for parents who cannot stay, the amplifiers find themselves drowning in both grisha power and human emotions no heartrender can hope to break the bond of.

Sun Summoners, Lightbringers, who always shine. They excel in anything they try, learning, power control, it comes easy to them because praise, love is light. Grisha find themselves blinded, the way sunlight is too warm, the way light trickles into the cracks. Even those that hate find themselves warmed and drawn into the light, moths to a flame. They can blind as easily as they comfort, creating blisters and welts, sunburns and heatstroke, photosensitivity can burn into someone's eyes and brain and leaving them with a body that jerks beyond their command.

Shadow Summoners, Shadowbringers, that keep those that are forgotten. They pull those that are lesser, Grisha who can't keep up with the training, grisha who's powers do not follow the strict pathways they army wants. They take those that slip through the cracks. They spends hours training in pitch black until themselves and the grisha no longer need their sight to kill. They use the shadows to move around, creating shapes and monsters, creatures and enemies not only to scare but to protect each other. They take the absence of light and create the world within it. They plunge anyone who goes against them in the lack of, sensory deprivation at it's strongest. They either slowly let the senses come back or flood them with the removal of shadow all at once, neither are survivable

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I feel like she's self-conscious. I haven't read all the books yet but from the fanart and stuff I've seen I just get that vibe-

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hc that when fabricators get upset, their powers sometimes manipulate things wo them trying to

like if David gets upset about something, the book in his hand twists into an unrecognizable shape. you can still see the pages and cover but there is absolutely no way it can still function as a book

same thing would go for grabbing a doorknob to slam a door and even in extreme cases the walls of a room dangerously slanting in

[dasiesanddarkness]

headcanon that Kaz consistently breaks into the Van Eck house just to steal little things. Wylan's favorite pen. one sock from every pair Jesper has. Marya's most recent painting. a family heirloom Jesper says is hideous. Wylan's flute. Jesper's favorite (and most hideous) shirt. etcetera.

it happens so often that eventually if something goes missing they just assume it's Kaz's fault and go down to the Slat or the Crow Club to get it back. Kaz claims it's to "keep them humble" when in actuality it's his way of getting them to come visit him because he's lonely and misses them (especially Jesper).

when Kaz stole Wylan's favorite pen Wylan and Jesper were busy and couldn't go get it so they sent a servant instead and Kaz insisted he had no idea what they were talking about and that he'd never do such a thing. then Wylan and Jesper showed up later and Kaz was sitting at his desk writing with the pen.

[insiemes]

Kaz Brekker, bastard of the Barrell, Dirtyhands being described in everyone else’s chapters

Kaz Brekker, during his own chapters internally simping over Inej Ghafa

[blessedsweetgirl]

Friendly reminder that Inej isn't merely a moral compass, and Wylan isn't just a sweet, innocent cinnamon roll. Though they're gentle and kind, both are just as morally grey as Kaz and the rest of the crows

[garbagef4iry]

my random kanej headcanons:

— kaz cooks for them because inej always ends up burning the food. he’s good at cooking though and enjoys it

— sometimes inej bakes cakes and they turn out alright

— he learns how to make her favorite suli dishes and she learns how to make kerch desserts

— they love to learn about the others cultures. sometimes inej wears her hair in a traditional kerch milkmaid braid ( crown braid) and kaz absolutely loves it

— when they have their daughters (because kaz is a girl dad obviously) they speak kerch and suli around the house. kaz reads them old kerch folktales and inej sings suli lullabies

— originally they wanted a lot of kids like maybe five but end up stopping at three because inej didn’t think she could handle another pregnancy

— kaz keeps their house clean, like obsessively clean and organized. inej is more relaxed about it and kaz always ends up cleaning up after her. like when she leaves several used mugs out on the counter instead of putting them in the sink or clothes and shoes scattered on the floor

- he nags her about being neater but secretly finds it lowkey adorable

— inej’s favorite sleeping position is sprawling out on his chest. she loves to listen to his heartbeat and tuck her head underneath his chin

— kaz’s favorite sleeping position is big spoon/little spoon. he usually prefers to be big spoon, especially when she puts coconut oil in her hair and he can fall asleep smelling it. the scent is so relaxing to him. he also just likes to wrap his arms around her and keep her close

— when they’re alone and get more comfortable around each other kaz is a huge dork. like a lovesick annoying boyfriend that does stupid shit to make inej laugh

— inej calls him kazzie when they’re alone

— one time she slips up and calls him kazzie in front of jesper

jesper: kazzie?

inej: …

kaz: it’s suli for lover

inej: *hits kaz’s arm* no it’s not

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I have this whole head cannon in my head where Kaz’s mom was a merchants daughter who was disowned for falling in love with a farmer. Her best friend was Marya Hendriks who married her younger brother Jan. After she was disowned Jan pretended she never existed and forced Marya to do the same.

This is where it becomes fully fanfic territory. When Marya was hospitalized she entirely forgot her old best friend, who was brave enough to fight for love over money/comfort. Wylan brings her back to the Van Eck estate and she begins to remember her old life. She meets one of her sons best friends one day and suddenly the memories unlock, could be his eyes or his smile or even better his scheming face. But suddenly she finds her best friend and discovers she’s dead and how much her children suffered. Bonus points if she finds letters Mrs. Rietveld wrote about her life and children.

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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?

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nikolai lantsov

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“Nikolai had been told that hope was dangerous, had been warned of it many times. But he’d never believed that. Hope was the wind that came from nowhere to fill your sails and carry you home.”

oneshots

needy and tired (poly!nikolai x reader x david) (♡) → Even with two partners, getting attention can sometimes be a bit difficult.

“And I actually need to focus right now.” he started, earning a frown from you, “Why don’t you go and annoy David? That’s why there are three of us after all.”

laughing on the outside, crying on the inside (☾) → Their relationship wasn't going to work out anyway, so why did leaving it behind feel so wrong?

“Watch where you’re going. You may be the prince’s whore, but in the end, you’re not worth more than a mere commoner. I wouldn’t be proud of being Lantsov’s mistress.” Her voice was harsh and laced with straight venom. The other Grisha gave you mocking smiles, straightening their backs and continuing to walk away, leaving you in shock.

you take my breath away (♡) → What happens to the oh so charming Nikolai Lantsov when he starts crushing on someone that - quite literally - takes away his breath?

The Squaller groaned, hauling the papers towards herself again. The two of them had been wasting their time in his sitting room for hours on end, flipping through files and files of eligible royal women that could become Nikolai’s future wife. It was hell - for both of them - but Ravka needed a queen. So as king, it was his duty to find someone that could rule alongside him.

cold feet (♡) → Right before the annual winter ball, you start getting cold feet.

“Darling, have you seen my…oh.” Nikolai entered your shared bedroom, his eyes landing on you in an instant. He could have sworn that he felt his jaw drop when he saw you. 

lay my curses out to rest (☆) → When the curses take a toll on him, he needs someone to be at his side.

“Let’s hope that the demon really is that simple-minded…” Zoya grumbled, giving you a telling nod and spurring her horse into a hasty trot. You and the twins followed.

two-parters

i want you to want me pt. 1┃pt. 2 (☾ / ♡) → The reader and Nikolai are supposed to get married soon in order to please their parents. But is marriage really the right path, when they visibly can't stand each other? Or is the apparent hate just a protective mechanism? Who knows. (I do.)

Nikolai, however, dropped his polite demeanour, once his gaze met yours. He scowled, rolling his eyes dramatically, as he watched Zoya move forward to hug you. The group surrounding him seemed to be focused on their own discussion now, completely disregarding your appearance.

the one you think about as you lie awake pt. 1┃pt. 2 (♡) → After being friends for almost her entire life, the reader never thought that her and Nikolai would ever be anything more than that. But after a new strange feeling settles between the two of them, they both have to learn how to deal with it.

The man in question chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. He sat hunched over his desk, looking over some half-finished translations, which he definitely did not write, judging by the neat handwriting on the paper. From where you were sitting, you could see every little feature that would normally be almost unnoticeable.

in the bright lilac light pt. 1┃pt. 2 (☾ / ☆ / ♡) → After Nikolai gets badly injured, the reader throws all caution to the wind to go and see him. Is there still a chance for him to survive?

You felt sick. Violently sick. At this point, you would have preferred hunching over the toilet to empty the contents of your stomach than obsessively rereading the slightly crumpled-up letter you held on so firmly. It didn't matter how many times your eyes skimmed over the neatly written lines, the words didn't magically distort and somehow create a different sentence. They stayed the exact same.

there will be rain pt. 1┃pt. 2 (☾ / ☆) → A funeral, a coronation and quite possibly another funeral.

Things between Nikolai and Vasily had been going well, great even, with the occasional bumps and disagreements. After their short-lived argument on whether or not he was to invite Fjerdan delegates to the crowning ceremony, their relationship bounced back pretty quickly. You hadn’t heard of any major arguments between them until now – the evening before the coronation.

headcanons

nikolai x reader x david dating headcanons (♡)

[undercover-grisha]

Jo Rietveld (Kaz Dad): “Now see, I don’t so much mind this whole… criminal debacle you got into, a man has to do what a man has to do.”

Jo: “But to call yourself the bastard of the Barrel?! Kazimir!”

Kaz: “Pa-“

Jo: “You know darn well that your mother and I were married under the eyes, mind, and soul of Ghezen when we had Jordie! Let alone you!”

Kaz: “Pa, it’s just a title-“

Jo: “I know about titles! Like the title of servant of Ghezen, huh! Now that strikes fear! Fear of Ghezen!”

Kaz: “I’m never complaining about Inej and her Saints again.”

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I have so much love for the way you've written these headcanons! I couldn't help but notice that the abilities more closely connected with the environment (squallers, tidemakers, inferni) tend to be…less consequential? than your thoughts around the talents we'd otherwise consider to be more dangerous like heartrenders or shadow summoners. do you think that their 'horrors' would generally *be* less "horrific" because of how people generally see these elements as less threatening, and therefore the grisha controlling them likely appear less threatening overall??

i am just in love with the idea that the fear of other nations (fjerda, shu han, novyi zem, etc) of grisha and their talents could be built on how devastating or horrific the byproducts of their talents are!

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This got long again; not sorry.

I don't think non-grisha would see them as less threatening, but the fact that to a degree, non-grisha can control those elements. People can create fire, and channel it into weapons or compressed engines. People can control wind and water to a degree, and non-grisha can create things like fabrikators. Is it easier when a person can control it to exact needs, yeah but it can still be done in a way by non-grisha. I could see in universe them not being views as much of a threat.

Grisha who control the elements are controlled natural disasters waiting to be pointed to the target. Everyone would do well to remember but sometimes reminders are needed.

When it comes to actual threats it depends how much control the Grisha have, so; (This goes like way more into torture than just danger tbh)

Tidemakers, and their ability to control water, can they control blood? Or is it only the chemical make-up of H2O, would they be able to control water within every cell, spinal fluid even? Make someone sick or hallucinate by altering the fluid around and in their brain? Make people think they've had meetings, had arguments, that they've won a victory when everyone around them is dead? Could they puppeteer people if they could control blood? What about snot or vomit? Could they take someone with a disease and spread the infection through manipulation of infected fluids? Beyond the obvious of manipulating infected water, beyond spreading sickness, with enough of them, could you cause a drought? Flood whole cities or towns? Drown villages that oppose your reign? Could they create diseases that spread through livestock? Could they manipulate the water/blood in the livestock and make them leave the area? Could they gather people to safety, or to be used as sacrifices? Body's for canon fodder or to pad out an armies number? And of course, they can only control the physical movement, so all those people can still scream, still cry, still shout warnings but they can't move.

Squallers , could with enough training pull the air out of your lungs. Could they, with enough force rip limbs off? Level entire cities? Could they bring up or down skiffs, houses, pushing the air under and around these things to rip them from their foundations. Using the air pressure could they burst your cells from inside? Could they raise and lower it so fast there's nothing for your body to do to pass out? Could they change it just enough to give you oxygen deprivation? Give you altitude sickness? Can they alter the air pressure to spy? To hear battle plans from cities away? Could they make it so someone hears what they want them to, altering the air so another solider speaks wrong plans into their ear and they think it the truth? Can they puppeteer people by manipulating the air pressure around someone, keeping them in a bubble? If someone is kept in a bubble, how much can the squaller deprive them of, enough wind for them to shut their eyes, to be unable to hear? Can they use their science to strip skin, to 'windblast' someone's clothes to shreds, their skin? Dry out their eyes so they cannot see? If the wind makes in into the body can they dry out your internal organs, wind whipping around and pulling stomach acid till it burns through your throat?

Inferni, they deal with fire, heat, raising the body temperature to create burns or rashes on major joints, so movement becomes uncomfortable, it becomes unsafe but not as obvious as burning someone alive so they could hide in plain sight. They can manipulate combustible elements/particles, so could they neutralize them? Bombs never going off, soldier's checking what's wrong and getting blown to bits. Changing the make-up of things so something benign becomes dangerous if tilted or moved too fast. Adding combustible materials to clothes, to food, so the more the soldiers use, if they're too close a spark will set up the entire camp. Taking those elements away, some of them have to be important to life, like a vitamin deficency but far more deadly. If it's heat focused; raising or taking the temperature to give people heat stroke, destroy livestock or farms with the heat. Could they raise it just slightly, so people thing it's the weather, could they raise it enough in winter for people to forgo fire or heat, so they freeze to death in the night? Increasing heat so people sweat and look sick when they're talking so someone thinks they're a traitor. Heating the air so everything is muffled, or it's so muggy and hot no one can focus.

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"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 Ghafa