#kaz replies

[kazimo]

Yin Yuuu! 😭

*nods knowingly* Yin Yu.... 😔

[the-hydra-sys]

What’s your favorite story in Greek Mythology? -👻

I.. think you started a war? /vlh

Top results were the story of Icarus, the story of Medusa and the story of Achilles. Some others included the story of Odysseus, the story of Atalanta, the story of Orpheus & Eurydice, the story of 'archer guy' (???) and Michael being huffy that more people liked the story of Icarus than the story of Daedalus.

[pinklocksoflove]

"Help" Those were Rusty's only words as she held her left arm in her right hand, it had come out by accident.

"Oh dear, looks like you need a hand." Holding back her giggles, Kaz takes a closer look at the socket to see if this was a simple pop in or did she need a patch kit.

"Here let me take a look, cutie."

[airinn]

Omg please please please can you show how you draw Kaz’s hair.

I’ve been trying to draw a fanart of him for ages and for the life of me I just can’t seem to get it right fffff…

this took me a few days cause I can't stop playing dragon age rn.

and also I'm kinda making it up as I go so have a rough (emphasis "rough") explanation thing on his hair shape

[barrel-crow-n]

Wylan subconsciously imitating Kaz's expressions is so <33333

Kaz's scheming face, Kaz's glare

One day, Jesper does something stupid and Wylan just gives him this unimpressed look, and it looks so much like the one Kaz used to give him when he worked for the Dregs that Jesper doubles over laughing

[neptune-scythe]

We as a society do not talk enough about how Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands himself, the Bastard of the Barrel, carved an entire underground tunnel from his club ... To his besties house

There is no explanation for this other than that he is king softy

Like just imagine how much money that would cost, and how much work. Like sure bro is rich as fuck but like be fr, there is no way he would do all that for crime and gang business, it's just not practical. Like take the surface roads it costs nothing and it's probably not that much slower

Like bro fr just wanted a secret short cut so he could drop in on his babes whenever he wants and never be seen by the masses

Got a reputation to uphold after all

Can't have the pigeons seeing Dirtyhands taking another trip to the Geldstraat to visit his favourite boys

[padfoot-lupin77]

Time for the debate of the century: what music does Kaz Brekker listen to?

[stromuprisahat]

I just saw a blogger being shocked that Kaz Brekker took out a man's eyeballs (Oomen's) and all the reblogs were his fans that commented "that was so hot of him", "slay", "I love him", "bae ❤️" "I sometimes laugh thinking about it".

But when I say that Baghra's punishment from her son was just a slap on the wrist I'm a genocide apologizer. 🙃

(sorry about this but I had to rant)

Hi, you know you're welcome here whenever. :)

It's all rather simple- Kaz did it for a girl. We have his POV. We have her POV. He's a cool teen criminal children like to imagine themselves as or (probably more likely considering all those self-insert fics) they like to imagine themselves in position of his love interest.

Baghra is related to Aleksander- she's his MOTHER! You can know Mother Gothel, but people still first imagine a nice caring lady- perhaps tougher- but the mental image, the immediate association is someone, who wants what's best for their offspring (which Baghra even ~says~ out loud, and she doesn't lie, does she?! *eyes her every other word*). And said offspring isn't supposed to do her harm, unless they're news-worthy psychopaths.

We've established over and over reading comprehension isn't the highest in this fandom, so expecting an ordinary reader to pick up on hints and inconspicuous mentions isn't exactly realistic, especially since you have POV characters praising Baghra as some sort of evil-fighting heroine (even though she didn't do shit or care about anything but herself).

We also know those children can't use Google or dictionary, so wanting them to confirm a word means what they think it does... well, there are moments, when I fully understand Aleksander in RoW- the least competent or objective ones are the loudest and most entitled.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Hope when you receive this , you finished TOTK and isn't overwhelmed with requests. Is it alright if i ask for a Kazukoi comic? (Kazuichi x Mahiru)

idk if this is the same anon but I figure i can knock out two asks in one go yeeeee

Kaz: the vibrator's for your birthday, Mahi

Mahiru: oh kaz 🥰

Hiyoko: GROOOOSSSS!!!

[youareiron-andyouarestrong]

💙for kanej, let’s goooooooo 🫶

drunken/tipsy kiss

For the record, Kaz is blaming Jesper for this one.

To be fair, Kaz blames Jesper for a lot of things. Like teaching Inej's male cousins the words to that stupid Kaelish love song, "Black is the Color," or some such thing, or insisting on trying to introduce color to Kaz's wardrobe, or the mangy orange and white cat that's taken up residence in the Slat. Granted, the last thing is not really Jesper's fault, but given time, and the proper motivation, Kaz is confident he can pin the blame on Jesper somehow.

Not this time, though. No, this time, this whole stupid situation is entirely Jesper's fault.

Jesper's fault, and the homemade moonshine that Colm Fahey brews with peaches and strawberries and wild ginger. He sent Jesper a jar of the stuff for the winter Kerst celebration, and now it seems like the entire Slat is near falling down drunk.

"It was one jar," Kaz says now, his tongue oddly thick. He hadn't been able to escape getting a glass shoved into his hand, so he'd looked at the seemingly innocuous pinkish-gold liquid and knocked it back without even thinking. He's had paint thinner that's milder than whatever brew this is. "How does one jar do all this?"

Inej is listing besides him, her long braid nearly coming undone. She says wisely, "Jesper says his da brews it with the fermented honey water. To give it, it, you know. Extra strength."

"All the Saints and their ugly mothers," Kaz mumbles and Inej swats at him, and misses by a mile. Which is a sign of just how potent this stuff is.

Inej had accepted a glass of moonshine from Jesper, tempered with water, and she'd danced with nearly everyone in the Slat--all the young kids, Anika, Pim, Roeder, Jesper, even Wylan, who let Inej drag him away from the upright piano someone shoved into the corner. No one's played it until tonight, until Wylan has started playing. Then someone got out a tin pennywhistle and another person dragged in a fiddler player from one of musician troupes that walk the Barrel busking inside, and the moonshine had flowed like water.

Music, wild and raucous and only slightly out of tune, poured out of the Slat, and the Dregs had danced like madmen, like heathens, howling at the winter moon. Kaz sat by the wall and watched; no one would ask Dirtyhands to dance, even if they didn't account for his leg. But he didn't mind watching Inej dance, her hair whipping around her, as she used her hands and feet to tell a story of a Saint defeating a monster on a mountain. Her hair is curtain of black silk in the light, and he wants to bury his face in it.

He blinks at the unguarded thought, shifting as Inej lists further and further, leaning into him more fully. "Sorry, sorry," she says, her s's oddly, delightfully sharp. Like a piece of ginger candy. "The room's dancing."

"The room's not dancing, you are," he says nonsensically and then gives up on shifting altogether. Inej is pressed up against him now, their layers of clothing between them prevent any skin on skin touch, but his heart pounds at her proximity anyways. He suspects that no matter how long he's gotten used to touching her, it always will.

"Did you like it?" Inej asks, a little dizzily. "Seeing me dance," she clarifies when he doesn't answer right away. "I didn't have the bell anklets, or the finger cymbals, but I think I got all the steps right. From what I could remember. Mama would do it better, though. Or Cousin Kathani."

Kaz couldn't tell her what they could do any better than Inej, and says so. Inej beams up at him, that smile he'd crawl over hot coals for, and for one glorious moment, leans her head on his shoulder. "One day I'll take you," she says, as the room continues to waltz and weave around them. "And you'll see me dancing. Properly, with jasmine and everything."

Later, he can blame this on the moonshine. Or the dancing room. Or the wild laughter and music still going around them, sealing them away from the outside world, and whatever consequences face them out there. But he finds himself pressing his lips to the crown of her head, lingering on the silky smooth strands, the scent of moonshine and the gardenia oil she uses on her hair. It lasts no more than second, but Inej's hands curl in the fabric of his waistcoat. Her breath catches in her throat, not in pain or fear, just dazed wonder.

He holds the moment as long as he dares, like a magician dragging out the climax of a trick before he releases the tension and settles back against the wall. Inej is still in his arms, and the room dances on all around them. Just this once, he can give Jesper and the moonshine credit.

[kazimo]

i'm obsessed with the way you draw yin yu, he just looks so handsome!!!

Thank you so much!! He's like a precious jade to me... 🥹❤️

[the-hydra-sys]

What are y'alls consensus on this sea bunny?

oh. my. GOD. /vpos. - Kaz

That is one damn cute thing - Angel Dust

:0 BNUUY - E

[pinklocksoflove]

the racoon squeaked, before grabbing on of kaz' magazine clips and running off

Well she gets her hunting rifle. She'll chase the thing with her highly advanced tracking software. Eventually she'll send a .308 round into the critter's skull.

[airinn]

wait! if rhylein lafonna is kaz's adoptive father, then is kaz's mother also his adoptive mother?

HAHA no that's his biological mother, she never actually met Rhy in canon (since she was in a bit of a hurry when baby Kaz was left with him)

mad wip but I am drawing both of Kaz's actual parents (esp since he got a pretty big lore drop in game recently)

[morphemeta]

the marionette, ground floor; 22nd january, afternoon / @anchoragestarters

Playing the role of concerned citizen, invested city council member, was one thing but performing that role to any satsifying degree was quite another. Hirokazu Amuro had not complained when he'd been taken aisde by the cops to give his take on what he'd seen but he'd remained utterly tightlipped about any detail not immediately crucial to the case. His business was entire his own. Of course, this was not a rule that applied both ways; everyone else's business was his as well and this whole thing had more than piqued his curiosity.

He'd been stood by an elevator on the ground floor of the Marionette, lit cigarette in his hand and smoke billowing up toward the high ceiling. There were no rules, of course, to stop him and any passerby who thought to complain would have received the deeply scathing gaze of a man who thought they were -- just as deeply -- stupid for even bothering. Still, with one sharp clap of the hands, a passerby's attention was demanded all the same.

"Dreadful what's happened here, eh? It does make you wonder about the state of security though," said Kaz, coolly, a drag taken from that still lit cigarette. "In a place like this too, to think it could so quickly go the way of that dreadful cinema downtown."

[neonvvaves]

from here . / @sunbecms

he'd  like  to  say  it's  the  uppers,  but  it's  honestly  just  asher  that  makes  rian's  heart  race  at  the  speed  of  light.  even  now,  rian  can't  take  his  eyes  off  this  man.  'beautiful,'  he  thinks,  the  word  ringing  clearly  through  the  chaotic  storm  of  raging  electronic  music,  and  the  screaming  crowd.  never  has  rian  been  more  fucking  grateful  he's  high.  if  he  wasn't,  he'd  probably  break  down  right  here  and  now  over  this  ugly  truth:  he'll  always  be  in  love  with  asher.  "i'm  okay,  more  than  okay!"  rian  beams  brightly,  lets  the  adderall  or  cocaine  or  ecstasy  or  who  knows  what  do  a  little  bit  of  the  talking.  at  the  feeling  of  asher's  arm  around  his  shoulders,  rian's breath hitches. he succumbs to  burying  his  face  in  asher's  neck.  closes  his  eyes.  breathes  in  slowly.  he's  missed  the  scent  of  home.  "i  mean  everything  i'm  saying.  i'm  even  being  honest  for  once!"  he  smiles  proudly.  that's  always  been  one  of  rian's  worst  flaws─  he  doesn't  tell  people  when  he's  hurting.  why  would  he?  being  a  good  boyfriend  doesn't  mean  telling  the love of your life  that  you're  sad,  anxious,  insecure.  circling  his  arms  around  asher,  rian gazes  at  him  with  a  sincere  smile.  "can  we  just  do  whatever  tonight,  and  not  worry  about  tomorrow?"  as  his  smile  curves playfully,  rian  tilts  his  head.  "still  got  some  ecstasy.  do  you  want  some?  i'll  give  it  to  you  to  make  up  for,  y'know─" he gestures at himself, referring to 'emotional wreck.'