#kaz screams into the void

[chonylolu]

me: I have GOT to get weirder!

also me when I do get weirder: *visibly shaking* I'm going to be killed with hammers by everyone for being a freak.

[barrel-crow-n]

One side of me: Kaz loves Inej so much and he thinks about her so much and he is her no.1 supporter and he is the man ever™

The other side: Kaz is being reduced to constantly thinking about Inej when in reality that isn't true and Jordie is just as significant but people reduce Kaz to only thinking about Inej anyway. It especially hurts when Kaz is trying to pretend he doesn't care about Inej but will never allow himself to forget Jordie

[cawcawbeech]

Jesper letting the other Crows wear his hat 🎩✨ is PEAK ROMANCE. Kaz Brekker with a wonky hat? Yes, just yes. Inej Ghafa with a wonky hat? Love it. Wylan Van Eck with a wonky hat? Beautiful. Nina Zenik with a wonky hat? Gorgeous. Matthias Helvar with a wonky hat? Adorable. Kuwei Yul-Bo with a wonky hat? Thats my man. Jesper could woo whoever he wants and it would make sense. 💖💖💖

[capinejghafa]

i think a lot of kanej (show verse) and how inej left kaz at the chapel and we just don't know if they'll ever see each other again. inej didn't promise him anything, kaz never got her the wraith.... there's a lot of unresolved tension, there's a lot that was resolved (ie inej's indenture). inej won't settle for less (nor should she have to), and kaz pushed himself as far as he could go at that point (bc trauma and healing isn't linear). but even more so that kaz was building an empire with Wesper by his side something he didn't have in the books. And Inej is off at sea... again making absolutely no promises to return.

what would that reunion look like???

can you imagine the awkward and sad looks.... the pinning... the tension. also where is this reunion even taking place??? with so much riding on them succeeding breaking in/out of the IC and they're not in sync? but they have to be for this to work. and these two idiots can't even talk to each other. can you imagine the slow burn of it all??? can you imagine how sick and tired everyone will be with them because they aren't talking to each other but clearly want to? and then they get that look in their eyes not knowing how this will play itself out.

the emotional turmoil! the angst! the pay off of getting them to hold hands.

[lunarthecorvus]

I was a few days ago years old when I realised that some of our tumblr posts get posted on other social media. My posts consist mainly of my half asleep thoughts, and someone took their time to post it somewhere else, like huh-

[rainbluealoekitten]

not enough people remember that the "wylan van sunshine" line was sarcastic, said after wylan expressed that a lot of poisons don't have cures (meaning nina might die because of jurda parem afterall)

[burningallofmybridges]

being a transguy 🤝 buying boxers while listening to fleetwood mac

being audhd 🤝 buying a hooded blanket (!!!!!!) while listening to hozier

[gales-big-naturals]

Why was this the first thing I thought of when I saw this picture of Freddy

[restinslices]

Stay

Bi-Han x Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 1499

Summary: Just some sad angst about Bi-Han’s significant other leaving him from his POV. Inspired by that scene of Kaz telling Inej to stay and Inej saying she'll have him without his armor. You don't gotta know the scene to know what I'm talking about. Just follow the plot.

Bi-Han had a thousand thoughts spinning in his head and none of them wanted to quiet down.

He couldn't even focus on one. There were multiple voices in his head screaming at him, all of them wanting to be the loudest but all of them failing. It'd been like this ever since you made it clear that you were leaving.

Maybe some of this was his fault. No. Not maybe. This was his fault. He had become neglectful, and the edges he had became sharper and sharper. It seemed like he hurt you every time you got close.

Bi-Han being foolish and prideful thought it'd all go away. There was no need for deep talks, or breathers, or whatever else you managed to think of. He convinced himself it would all smooth over eventually. This was just a rough patch and it didn't seem to actually danger his relationship.

How wrong he was.

Time passed. Neglect built. Finally you two got into a huge argument and it seemed like this tipped the scales against him. You would be leaving.

He stood nearby but refused to look at you. Didn't matter though. His brain punished him anyway, making him relive the moment you slipped your ring off. It slipped off effortlessly, like it was always meant to come off. Like you two were always meant to fail.

Your stuff was gone, so he didn't understand why you were still here, but he didn't complain. You said something about grabbing a necklace, but he never saw you grab it and the last time he looked at you, you weren't wearing one.

Bi-Han had another problem besides his inability to look at you for an extended amount of time. His hands felt empty. He tried to pass time and fill that void by cleaning his mask with a hot rag, but it didn't work. It's not just that his hands were empty, it's that you weren't in them. It was weirdly funny when he thought about it. Bi-Han wasn't big on physical touch and whispering sweet nothings. He was capable of all the cutesy shit that was typical in relationships, he just didn't care for it.

But now? All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and force you to stay. He wanted to whisper every sweet thought he had about you in your ear. He wanted to praise everything about you, and he didn't mean just your looks. He wanted to praise you about the stupidest things; your walk, how you pronounce certain words, your laugh, how you look when the sun hits you, everything. Anything to make you stay. But he didn't. He stayed silent and he assumed that silence bothered you based on your sigh.

“I guess this is it then” you spoke, and it made his heart clench in his chest as he realized this would probably be one of the last things he heard you say.

He made a small noise of acknowledgement in response.

“Am I to take your grunting as words?”.

“Goodbye” he forced himself to say, but the words came out through gritted teeth. He could hear your footsteps get closer until you were in front of him. Your soft hands touched his, only to slide his mask out his hands and onto the table. He couldn't help but look at you then, taking in and memorizing every feature you had. There were plenty of things you didn't like about yourself. You were only human after all. Bi-Han disagreed about all of it though. If there was one thing he was forced to look at until his final days, he'd choose you everytime. He was just really bad at showing it and he hated himself for it.

“Is… is there nothing else you want to say? Just 'goodbye’?”

“What else should I say?”. You nodded then and a small “ok” left your lips. His fingers started to itch the second you looked away, that emptiness making itself known again. He didn't have his mask in his hands anymore, so his fingers tapped against each other, wanting desperately to grab you.

You had only taken one step.

“Stay”.

He didn't mean to say it. He didn't even notice he said it until you turned to look at him.

“What?”

“Stay” he said more firmly. His hand grabbed your wrist as if that would trap you with him forever. The tapping stopped, finally content now that you were touching. “I want you to stay”.

“And if I don't want to?”

“I need you to stay”.

It went silent then and he wished he could read your mind. Your face gave nothing away but sorrow and as tough as he tried to act, he knew his face looked the same. “I want you…”. He meant to add something else, but what was there to add? He couldn't pinpoint what about you he wanted. He just wanted you. All of you. Good, bad, ugly. He wanted it.

“And how do you want me to be?” You said after a second. “Obedient? Obeying your will? Being at your side when it's convenient and behind you when it's not?”. He looked away, not able to take how your brows furrowed when speaking and his hand slipped from your wrist.

He felt your hand touch his cheek and move his face to look at you. He couldn't help but close his eyes and lean into your touch, finding comfort in how familiar your hand felt against him. The world was incredibly cruel. It gave him the power to freeze everything but time.

“Do you want me to stay silent? To take what you give me and ask for nothing more? To never speak up? To just accept life for what it is?”.

His eyes scrunched together. Each word felt like a dagger being twisted inside him. Your voice narrated his memories and all he could see was how many times he took you for granted. If he could, he'd beat himself over the head and yell at himself to keep you close instead of doing what was natural and pushing you away.

“I want you Bi-Han”.

His eyes opened then, hoping maybe you changed your mind.

“But I want something different. And you… I'm not sure you're capable of change”. Your hand slipped from his face and he immediately grabbed your hand. He was delusional. He hoped the physical contact could somehow reignite the spark. Stupid and wishful thinking, but he hoped the Elder Gods were listening and would answer his prayers.

“I can change” he managed to get out. It was a lot quieter than his previous words, even if he meant for it to come out powerful and assertive. Something had to change your mind and convince you to stay. He'd bring all your stuff back by himself if he has to. He just didn't want you to start moving again.

You sighed and shook your head, “you don't change. This is just who you are and I can't take that from you”.

“Stay with me. Don't go”.

“I thought the Grandmaster would never beg or plead”.

“I do”.

Bi-Han was taught from a very early age that Grandmasters didn't negotiate. They never begged or pleaded or showed any signs of weakness. They ruled over their clan with perfection and always stood tall. Unmoving. There was no such thing as weakness.

But he was so incredibly weak when it came to you. Grandmasters didn't beg or plead but Bi-Han did, and he'd beg over and over for you to stay if it'd work.

That's the thing though. It wasn't working and he knew it.

He was far too late.

“I hope you know I loved you Bi-Han”

“Loved?”

“I love you”

“Then stay”

You smiled then. A smile that had absolutely no joy in it. Only mourning. Your hand slipped out of his and you reached up to wipe away the tears he didn't even know had fell. He wondered why you weren't crying. Whenever you fought recently, you always seemed to cry. Sometimes it'd be a few tears, other times you'd storm away and he'd hear you sob. Did he exhaust you this much? You had no more tears to spill? Did he really push you that far past your limits?

“I hope in our next life we're different. I hope we spend forever together”. Bi-Han wanted to argue with you. He wanted to shout at you and tell you that all of that could happen in this life, but he didn't. You made up your mind. It was clear. He didn't know what to say anymore. You loved him and he loved you so how did he mess it up this bad?

Your hand lingered until it finally left his face for the last time. You walked away, and this time he didn't stop you.

He watched you as you went, replaying your life together in his head and what he should've done differently.

I tried to pick the least threatening gif I saw and that was actually difficult. Where is your kindness sir? Also why is the indented shit spaced out so ugly in the beginning? Summary and word count not having one long line is gonna haunt me.

[winterlynightlystories]

Viper’s tongue

Tw; mention of past accidental murder, fighting, injury, blood, attempt murder.

Please do not copy or steal my work

Mikey/Male!reader

Summary; Lied to, you find yourself in the middle of the fight between Valhalla and Toman. But you won't let Kazutora go unpunished. Unknown to you, altering the time line.

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Rage burned in your veins as you searched trough the mass for Kazutora. You could not believe how stupid you have been! How could you believe that viper and his sweet words?

How could you believe that your friend would come back untouched after the crime he committed? You should have dropped and forgotten Kazutora the second he killed Shin. Better, you should have beaten his sorry ass when he came with his proposition of joining your gang to his.

How could you be so blind?

Believing him when he said he wanted to take back the Black Dragon and restore them in memory for Shin. It was so sweet, so touching and you wanted that. You missed Shin and his smile, his big heart and his advice.

But it was only lies.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Hanma fighting Draken. The two beasts seemed tireless as they kept hitting each other over and over in an endless dance. But no sign of Mikey or Kazutora by their side. Cursing, you avoided two Toman members, refusing to hit them.

It might be too late to take your gang out of this mess, but you refused to fight Toman. They weren't your enemy or the one you should be facing right now.

- “Mikey!”

Draken’s scream froze everyone in place and your blood turned to ice in your veins, fear gripping your heart. Slowly, you turned around to face the pile of cars. There, almost on top, you saw Kazutora with a metal pipe in hand and two other figures around one, blond, lying down.

That was Mikey.

Shin’s little brother.

You two were more or less the same age and you remembered playing around with Manjirowhen you came to their dojo. You two used to be inseparable and so close.

You haven't seen him since... since Shin’s death.

And you missed Mikey.

Anger ignited your blood once more when you saw Kazutora’s accomplices grab onto Mikey and Kazutora ready to beat the young President one more time with his weapon. You bolted in their direction, followed by Draken. Unlike you, Draken was stopped by Hanma. Maybe the idiot thought you were joining the party and not planning to crash it.

As fast as you could you climbed the cars. Your rage blinded you more and more as you watched, powerless, your former friend beating Mikey on the head. You felt each hit as your own.

- “Kazutora! Stop it!” you screamed, horrified when you saw blood splashing in the air.

He ignored you, too caught in his monologue. You finally reached their level and the fucker dared smile at you. Crazy. Kazutora was simply crazy, you decided.

- “Y/n! You are joining us!” rejoiced Kazutora, but quickly lost his joyful demeanour when he saw your angry face. “What is it?”

- “You fucking lying piece of shit!” you screamed, running toward him.

Before anyone could react, you tackled Kazutora. Arms wrapped tightly around him, and with all your strength, you jumped into the void. Kazutora screamed in fear, and somewhere someone cried your name. Then, you hit the top of a car. The shock and pain had you let go of your enemy and you both rolled. You were the only one able to get a grip before falling, unlike Kazutora.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the rage, but you got back on your feet in an instant before jumping down. Your eyes never left the falling teen until he reached the ground on broken glass. You didn't give Kazutora the time to get up; you pinned him down before hitting him in the face.

The silence around you two was deafening. Only the sound of your panting and fists colliding with Kaz’s face could be heard.

- “Kazutora!” shouted Hanma, running toward you. “Son of a bitch, let go of him!”

You ignored Hanma and hit Kazutora one more time.

- “Did you really think that I would be fine with all of this? You lied to me! How dare you use Shin’? How dare you!” you screamed and slapped him across the face.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Hanma almost on you. But Draken got between you, blocking the kick Hanma's kick.

- “Y/n! What is going on?” asked Draken, giving you the side eye. “Aren't you with them?”

- “No! I mean, yes but no. Kazutora told me we were taking back Black Dragon, but he lied. He used Shin’ to get me to agree.” you replied, panting. “I'm so sorry Draken.”

- “I see.” he sighed before adding; “Thought so. I couldn't see you hurting Mikey on your own will”

- “Eh? What is that supposed to mean?” you asked before gasping in pain.

Kazutora punched you back, getting you off him. Cursing, you got back on your feet. Back to back with Draken, you dared look up. Mikey stared at you, face blank. A shiver ran down your spine when you realized he was now standing alone, blood definitely pouring down his face. Turning your attention to Kazutora, you gave him a cold stare.

- “Y/n... You are betraying me for Mikey?” asked Kazutora, smiling madly.

- “Fucking yes! And you are the one who betrayed me first! I can't believe I trusted you... Believed in you! You are nothing but a filthy murderer!” you shouted at him, shaking.

- “Oi! Y/n, don't you think you are going a bit too far?” asked Draken, blocking another hit from Hanma

- “No!” you grunted, barely blocking Kazutora's punch. “He killed Shin’ and now he's after Mikey. What kind of psychopath do that? And you think he will stop there? What make you believe he won't go after Emma-chan?”

You yelped, feeling Draken grab you by the wrist. With all his strength, the Vice President spun you around. You barely had the time to understand what was going on when you saw Hanma attacking. Your foot hit him on the jaw and send him to the ground.

- “Oi! Draken! A warning beforehand would be nice!” you scolded him

- “Kazutora would never hurt Emma.” was his only answer.

- “Want to bet?” you replied, watching with horror as Kazutora took a knife out of his pocket. “Because that moron got a knife!”

Holding back a scream, you barely avoided Kazutora as he jumped on you. Your ex-friend was determined to stab you. Not giving you a second to rest, Kazutora kept attacking, his eyes shining with madness.

- “You are not laughing anymore, right Y/n? I’m going to guts you in front of everyone!” he shouted, smiling like a lunatic.

- “You are crazy!” you shouted back, fear growing up.

Because how the hell was he getting faster? You could feel the pain in your back and legs becoming harder to ignore. Your breath also getting harder to catch, making you slower to react. But it was impossible to look away, your eyes stuck on the blade.

- “Y/n! Watch out!” warned Draken

Was it how you would die, you wondered as Kazutora was finally catching up on you. You could not move anymore, too tired.

Then something hit you, sending you to the ground. A scream of pain left your lips as you heard Draken scream again.

- “MIKEY!”

Looking back, you gasped and felt tears threatening to spill. There stood Mikey, Kazutora's knife deep in his shoulder. Blood poured generously from the wound. Yet, Mikey didn't even seem bothered. His face, dark and grim, was turned toward Kazutora. Fear could be read on the culprit’s face. Neither of them moved as if time was frozen.

Out of nowhere, as quick as lightning, Mikey kicked Kazutora in the head, sending his aggressor face first on the ground.

- “Oh Gods. Oh, Gods! Mikey!” you whined. Getting up, you ran to Mikey and stopped him before he could take out the knife. “Don't! Please don't take it out.”

- “Y/n, did he hurt you?” asked Mikey, unbothered by his wound. His expression had changed, you realized. It was now softer, but worried.

- “No, no he didn't,” you answered, feeling tears run down your cheeks. “I'm so sorry Mikey.”

- “Mikey! Are you alright?” inquired Draken, running to join you two. Behind him, Hanma was also unconscious on the ground. “Son of a bitch! He got you.” cursed Draken, taking your place by Mikey's side.

Mikey grabbed your wrist, not letting you go anywhere. The blond offered you a big smile.

- “I'm happy you didn't get hurt! You scared me when you jumped with Kazutora. Please, Y/n, never do something like that again,” he said

- “I can't promise you anything, Mikey,” you replied, smiling as well.

All around you, the battle was finally over. Roman had won and you could not be happier. After everything Valhalla did, this felt like the right thing. Every member of Toman cheered, congratulating each other and taking care of the wounded. Somewhere, you heard someone screaming Mikey's name. It was Baji, followed by Chifuyu and a blond you didn't know who was crying.

You felt Mikey take your hand in his, smiling.

- “You know, there is enough place for you in Toman. If you want of course! “ said Mikey, blushiing.

- “It'll be an honour for us to join you, Mikey.” you smiled, blushing as well.

[chonylolu]

if someone ever makes a mirage/2-S version of the earthmover you need to make it like my horse prince. please she needs to stay on all fours

[lady-ashfade]

The darkness within:

The burning of flames.

Crows x reader, Kaz brekker x Fem!reader.

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Plot: Everyone has voices in their heads, mostly themselves but that wasn’t the case for you. At times rage took over your body and you had no control over it. Death was always calling you, but it was never for your own.

🚨Spoilers for future parts of the stories in the warnings🚨

Warnings: Angst, killing, blood, betrayal, revenge, death, trauma, rage, spelling mistakes, a new plot for the story. Added background. Also oc!reader kinda.

The scent of cinnamon hit your nose as you sniffed around with a widening smile. The room was small but it was a safe space for you to rest, not your bedroom but a place you would meditate. There were many things you do in this room that no one could ever think of, or ever know.

Your head was a void for voices to speak, always a burden for you to bury underneath as much as you could. They were always hungry, pestered you to be set free from your skin and take the souls around you. They deserve it. Imagine their screams. Whispering voices echoed through your head until you got control. When you were young, the first time you ever looked death in the eyes, they appeared.

The flames burned bright and lit up the village from the darkness of the night, the screams of pain and terror haunted your little ears. “Mother?” You shouted and shielded your eyes from the shinning light of fire. So many houses were set ablaze, many people running through the streets and saying their prays. Calling out again you looked around for any sight of your mother, and nothing was seen.

Your bear feet ran along the paths in search for a familiar face. You wanted to cry, to just fall to your knees until you’d wake up from the nightmare you were in. What child could face this? It wasn’t until you heard a blood cut scream from a around the corner. Picking up the pace you turned the corner and looked for the woman who made the sound— only to wish you never did.

Blood coming from the corner of her mouth and a sharp dark blade impaled her stomach raising her off the ground. A figure in a dark cloak and hood held the blade, you tried to look at his face but you just saw black. “Mother!” You cried and reached your hand as if you could reached her from where you stood. Her body feel onto the ground and she used all her strength to look up to see you one last time.

The words feel from her lips, the last words and breath she ever took. You watch with teary eyes but frozen body screaming at you to move. “No.” You cried and fell to your knees, not noticing the pain it caused from the rocks underneath. The figure turned it attention to you. Raising the long handle with a curved, sharp blade at the top.

You stared at death itself, and not once did you feel scared for your life. No, you felt rage.

Blood. Blood stained your hands as you awoke from your sleep, a burnt village around you with bodies scattered all around. No trace of what had happen after your mother died, no trace as to why your hands were red. Or why the blade was now clinched in your hands.

“Kill.” A thousand whispers came rushing into your head as you walked the road alone in the woods. For the first time you were alone and nothing made sense.

“Run.” The words she had shouted, the last thing you’d ever hear her say.

You held the scented stick in your hands and brought the tip up to the flame of the candle beside you. It caught fire and the smoke started to come off, and that’s when you slowly put it up to your face and held it between your hands.

Closing your eyes and let your thoughts speak. It wasn’t a prayer, as you believe in no one to pray too. But it was a reminder of all the life’s lost that horrible day, a promise to make the loss right somehow. You whispered the names you knew.

The sounds of pain came back in your head and tortured you again, letting your guard down. The floor board cracked from the hallway and fell death to your ears. A tap of a cane along with steps echoed off the walls and floors. The man looked into the candle lit room and saw you on your knees with a scrawl on your face, and twitching body.

It sent a shove down his spine, something he hated. “Y/n.” He called out and broke you from your trance. A gasp came from your lips as you pulled back, the look of guilt flashes in your eyes.

“Get up.” Kaz demanded. You huffed out the candles on the floor. He looked around the room in silence and saw tables with wooden boards, writing on them.

“I suppose you have a job for me?” You question and stood yourself up. He turned to look at you and stayed silent, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper in his hands. A wave passed throughout your body and it made your insides twisted. Kill, we need to kill. A sigh left your lips and grabbed the envelope from your hands.

“Why can’t you do it?” The paper was already being opened.

“You have a quick way of doing it, also this isn’t my contracted.” But wasn’t it? Kaz was your employer, he took you in as a “investment”. You weren’t one of his crows, no he was just the man who gave you orders. He never questioned how the scene was always cleaned up with no trace of you. How you could kill ten targets in the span of just one hour, he just needed it done.

“I get my money from you, so therefore it is part of your contract.”

He rolled his eyes, “I don’t care as long as he’s dead, report back to the club when your done.” He turned his heels and walked out of the room. You titled your head and moved your feet after him.

“I don’t go to the crow club.”

He didn’t stop at your words or even gave you much attention. “You will this time.” He stated and opened the door out of your house and walked out without a explanation. You groan in frustration at him. Looking down you read the ink on the paper, the name now being chanted in your head.

The leather straps and clothes hit your skin, you pulled up the hood and a mask over your face. You stood on the balcony of your house, the wind blowing and the night as dark as ever. As soon as your hand reached the scythe a electricity sparked through your body. The whiteness in your eyes turned to blackness. Jumping over the railing your body was taken over, a black dark smoke moved through the air as you were no where to be seen.

Each splat of blood, the cries of pain, you felt no more full inside. It wasn’t fun to kill, but it wasn’t horrible— You just felt nothing. Like a sick way of being home and warm, just comfortable.

“Jesper,” wylan hit his boyfriends head as he chugged the big glass of alcohol in his hands. Wylan shot a glare to Nina who was doing the same, his hands then gripped both cups and pulled them out of their hands earning a protest from both of them

“No, you both have work to continue. And kaz seems extra off tonight, I don’t want to see your heads on a stick.” Wylan huffed and put the glasses on the waitress’s tray as she walked by.

“He’s like that every night.” Jesper spoke and pulled his boyfriend into his lap with a smirk. “He’s just a grumpy cat.” Wylan rolled his eyes and fixed his posture, Nina nodding along. But Nina knew he was right, something was off with him tonight.

“His heartbeats off.” The both turned their playful attention off each other and then to her.

“I can sense some anger- Or worry, I can’t tell. It’s not when he talks about pekka, but more when a plan goes wrong.” Jesper leaned forward and put his hands on the table intrigued, “Can you hear it now?” Nina gave him a face telling him his question was stupid.

A figure emerged from the shadows and over to the group, “Hear what?” They turn around but Nina was the only one not startled, but the two boys were.

Inej sat down with them, “What did I miss?” She asked her friends. The bar was full and all of them had taken a break so it must be worth it.

“Kaz’s is acting weird.” Oh, she already knew that. Just a few hours ago he was annoyed and yelling at her to do a job for him, he was not in the mood. “I know.” She sighed. The groups broke out into their own questions and answers as to what was wrong with him.

The doors to the bar pushed open and a cloaked woman walked through. A breeze went through the area as she entered, and a chill vibrated down the spines of who looked at her. The crows turned their attention at the girl making her way through the place, she seemed to have a mission and didn’t stop for anything.

Jesper looked at his friends, “You think it’s her?”

Nina nodded and kepts her gaze on the girl who walked up the stairs. “She never comes here, you now how she hates bars. Kaz probably gave her a job, maybe that’s his problem.” Nina mumbled her thoughts.

Inej played with her knife, “You know how those two are.” At her words Jesper held wylans waist and pulled him closer.

“She scares me, I mean she’s a very good assassin.” Jesper shivered.

The door to the office swung open, you stepped through with a stomp in your step. “You sent me to kill a child.” Kaz heard the rasp in your voice behind him. His eyes kept themselves on the words below him and matched the papers on his desk.

“It was a test.” You let out of chuckle and gripped the handle of your weapon.

“A child is not a plaything to tangle on a string, kaz. It was a life- A child’s life.” You foamed at the mouth. Kaz set down the papers in his hands and let his shoulder fall.

“And is the child dead?”

Turning around with a raised brow he stared at you. You had to control yourself from killing him right where he stood, this was pissing you off. “I never will kill a child.”

“Good, because I didn’t want you to.” He studied you, he saw the glare you gave him and the shake in your body full of rage.

You crept closer and he stood up straight to await what you would do, and to stand his ground. It would only take a few seconds to slice through him, and at this moment it was starting to sound like a good idea. Kaz has been a decent boss, someone to pay you what you’re owed and keep you from harm if needed— not that you ever did. And you knew the things he would do. But this was was messing with you, to try and bring you down.

He was another voice.

You stare into his eyes only a step away from him, his eyes matching yours with no sense of fear. Yesterday you would have felt fluster to be this close and have him staring at you, but that feeling was gone. “We’re through.” You snapped at him. His leather hand caught you as you turned away and stopped you from moving anymore.

“You’re still under my contract.” The next thing you did was out of your control.

A bone crushing sound filled your ears as your fist swung backwards to his face, breaking his nose. Very good, the voices complemented you and that’s what pulled you out of the state. “Oh shit.” You panicked at what you had done.

“I didn’t mean to.” Your went to help him but he stepped back and held his nose and blood trailed down. The stare you expected from him was shown on his face.

“Leave, now.”

You wanted to defend yourself and apologize. But how could you explain that the situation to him without scaring or telling him the truth? So you did as he said, you left the club and back home.

As soon as you step throughout the door of your home a sob left your lips, the crashing pain in your chest pulling at your heart. Body going numb made your legs give out and you fall to your knees. The image of your mother dying, the figure standing above her— Just like that day you’re on your knees, weak and alone, and only yourself to blame.

“I’m sorry.” You begged but no one could hear. No one cared.

But are you?

You enjoy hurting people just like us. You crave blood, have a lust for it.

Shacking your head you cover your ears and let the tears roll. “I’ll never be like you.”

You already are.

The crows gather in kaz’s office as Nina helps his broken nose and awaited his orders. The tension was still in the air of what had happened, to what he was thinking. Kaz sat silent and stared at the floor with a glare. His mind flooded with the test he had set for you, how he wished it wasn’t true.

But he saw it with his own eyes, the clouded darkness taken over you and it made sense. How you could kill without a trace. How you could kill so many people like it was nothing and never come back with a scratch. It was all true.

Siting himself up and Nina threw her hands up, never getting to finish. “We have a new job.” The group looked at each other and then back to their boss. Slight fear built up within their stomachs.

“And what’s that?” Jesper asked and played with the guns on his side. They all watched kaz grab a paper from his desk and hold it up, a signed signature at the bottom. His expression darkened and twisted into a smirk.

“To kill, Y/n L/n.”

[cawcawbeech]

Wylan: ... Are you going to do something about this mess?

Kaz: Yeah, actually. Id very much like to do--

Jesper: *Dramatic gasp*

Kaz: --Your skull in.

Wylan: ...

Inej: ...

Matthias: ...

Nina: The correct word was 'you'!

Kuwei: ...

Jesper: The bar was so low, Pekka's son could do pull-ups on it, and you still somehow managed to mess up.

Wylan: Im kind of into this...

[the-ultimate-muses]

@caramialunaestelle liked for a post despair starter! (X)

The memories of what they all had done while under Junko's influence tended to make themselves known at their own pace, Kazuichi having been mostly lost at first, only to be hit with a flood of the horrible machines he had built when his mind wasn't his own. Gundham had been one of the more unlucky ones, his memories more so returning when trying to fall asleep, or when triggered by one event or another. His screaming during the night when he remembered what he had done to his mother still echoed in Kaz's head. Then there were those who never spoke on what they did and didn't remember, and perhaps it was better that way.

There were also things Kaz still couldn't really remember, the most blaring of which being what the hell had happened to his left arm. Did he lose it in an accident? Did he cut it off himself just to make a superior prosthetic? Did Mikan request it for some reason or another, and he had been the one to give it?

And that was another void, where Mikan had been through it all. Kazuichi spent most of his time building those horrid death machines, what everyone else had been doing wasn't a concern of his at the time. All he knew is now they were all in this together, no matter what they had done when they were Junko's puppets.

That mysterious prosthetic had been why he had sought Mikan out that day, curious as to just how effective it actually was. It worked very much like a flesh and blood arm, aside from the lack of feeling in it. He had no idea how he had built it, and while he had reverse constructed the mechanical aspect of it, the medical half is what had him lost. How did it work? Could he make it have feeling again? Was the actual flesh part of it still viable, or would he have to lose all the way up to his shoulder as opposed to just above the elbow if it were to grow gangrenous. And perhaps most importantly-

"Hey, do you remember how I actually lost it? I mean, I imagine you were there, right? To stop bleeding and stuff?" Maybe not, their own wellbeing wasn't exactly a concern at that point in time. "It's not a big deal, just kinda curious, you know?"

[rainbluealoekitten]

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[thetooclevermartian]

now that i have a void to scream into i need to say that even though i adore leigh bardugo so so so much her music metaphors and such make me so mad. they don't work. like what do you MEAN wylan's heart beat like "a metronome set to the wrong rhythm". metronomes aren't for rhythm, they're for tempo. and there ain't no way wylan stuck a flute in his shirt comfortably. have you SEEN flutes. they're long as fuck. no way this kid had a whole ass flute in his shirt and still managed to bend over to put his head between his legs. and don't even get me started on how kaz's voice had "the coarse rasp of an over-rosined bow". ohhh i hate that line so much it drives me bonkers