#nina (hm)

[p1x1x]

this is ROCK !

[post live exhilaration]

[dunyun-rings]

the bachelorettes of Flower Bud Village 🌷🐮

[dasiesanddarkness]

do you think leigh used 30 million kruge so she could split it among haskell and the crows really easily

[princefleabitten]

The only mortals of the village

[jellybeanium124]

maybe this is mean but 2024 met gala taika waititi looks like a d tier batman villain. like just a little low grade schemer with a leather laser (laser that turns things into leather) and he's so charming and funny he almost has a rapport with famously stoic straight-laced batman. he's not even doing anything that evil, he's just turning things into leather and couches. he's not mad when batman defeats him and hands him off to the police. he's just like "ahaha you got me! see you next time, batty!"

[yorunoangel]

lol aww Nina

[danielslaw]

STEFAN SALVATORE AND KATHERINE PIERCE THE VAMPIRE DIARIES SEASON 5 EPISODE 9 “I’m here, Stefan. We’re together.“

[weidli]

meta is such a good episode for the rubin & karow dynamic so far. "kriegen wir das hin, nicht nur kollegen zu sein? sondern ... kumpels oder sowas? irgendwann?" "sicher. gerne. aber heute glaub ich nicht mehr, oder? ihr essen wäre nichts für mich." "sie wissen gar nicht, was es gibt." "nudeln mit tomatensoße?" and " wenn ich das jetzt mache, dann stecken wir beide mit drin. dann gibts kein zurück mehr." "ich bibbere vor angst." and "sie werden nicht locker lassen, oder?" "sie können mich ja melden." "nein." "also glauben sie mir doch?" "ganz sicher nicht. aber irgendjemand muss auf sie aufpassen. und der idiot bin leider ich."

[evillillad]

sneak peak pt 2 electric boogaloo mega crop not clickbait

[softichill]

I have all sorts of ideas for a rewritten Jeff the Killer but I'm NOT AT THE WRITING LEVEL I'D LIKE TO BE and thus CANNOT COMMUNICATE MY IDEAS EFFICIENTLY

[henrysglock]

What are they doinggggggggg (first pic is a "diary" entry from Two that his actor posted, note the changed pronouns for Four)

[kazscrows]

Six of Crows Reread 🪶

Chapter 38: Kaz

I have been waiting to get to this chapter-

This is going to be a long one so settle in and buckle up

I’m not kidding this one goes for ages—

He’d gambled on Matthias’ feelings for Nina, but he’d always liked those odds. The real risk had been in whether or not someone as honest as Matthias could convincingly lie to his mentor’s face. Apparently the Fjerdan had hidden skills.

Kaz is a Helnik shipper you can’t change my mind

And lmao he thought Matthias wouldn’t be able to lie basically because he’s “too good”—

He reeks of decency, right?

Kaz throwing up the bombs to fell the sacred ash is… something

I made a post about this last night

He had lock picks and extra pellets of that weird knockout gas they used earlier in the cells in his gut too—

Oh he learned to do this via a fire breather magician

I guess it kind of makes sense

But then Kaz notes that the magician died due to poisoning himself accidentally—

Man (meaning Kaz Brekker) is insane

He remembered Inej standing on the embassy roof, aglow with some new fervour he didn’t understand but could still recognise – purpose. It had suffused her with light.

She was glowing to him

He’s so proud of her

I’m so proud of her

I really like that we got to see exactly where everyone was when the black protocol bells began

Gives it that heist movie feel of recapping the mission but from other points of view

Does that make sense? Do you guys know what I mean?

He’d waited, counting the minutes, but there was still no sign of Nina or Matthias. They’re in trouble, Kaz had thought. Or you were dead wrong about Matthias, and you’re about to pay for all of those talking tree jokes.

Imagine the plan failing because Kaz made fun of Matthias one too many times

That would have been tragic

He quickly tries to think of a way to get to the treasury but…

Would he be going to help Nina and Matthias or just to grab the target?

Luckily we don’t have to find out

Hopefully he’d choose to help his new friends

I like to think he would

He’d been about to call out to them when the explosion hit, and everything went to hell.

They blew up the lab, he’d thought as debris rained down around him. I definitely did not tell them to blow up the lab.

I love when Kaz thinks things like this

It happens at least once more in Crooked Kingdom

You’ll see when we get there

I’m thinking about a line from the auction

Kaz hoped the Shu boy he was holding on to was a surprisingly young Bo Yul-Bayur and not some hapless prisoner Nina and Matthias had decided to liberate.

I mean.. you never really know with Nina

The voice of god. There was always truth in legend. Kaz had spent enough time building his own myth to know.

Woah this just made me think about Kelsier from Mistborn

Has anyone here read those?

Sometimes Kaz and Kelsier are pretty similar, but also polar opposites

They both run a thieving crew so there’s the obvious similarity

Kelsier loves to smile though so there’s a difference (he smiles out of spite, but it doesn’t really matter right now)

Water had a voice. It was something every canal rat knew, anyone who had slept beneath a bridge or weathered a winter storm in an overturned boat – water could speak with the voice of a lover, a long-lost brother, even a god. That was the key, and once Kaz recognised it, it was as if someone had laid a perfect blueprint over the Ice Court and its workings.

What god do you serve? Inej had asked him. Whichever will grant me good fortune. Fortunate people didn’t end up racing ass over teakettle beneath an ice moat in hostile territory.

He’s already starting to think about Inej

Also side note: “Fortunate people didn’t end up racing ass over teakettle” is just a really funny line-

He thinks that while tumbling blindly down a freezing cold river in the dark

Survive. Survive. Survive. It was the way he’d lived his life, moment to moment, breath to breath, since that terrible morning when he’d woken to find that Jordie was still dead and he was still very much alive.

Pain

I’m gonna cry

Kaz tumbled through the dark. He was colder than he’d ever been. He thought of Inej’s hand on his cheek. His mind had gone jagged at the sensation, a riot of confusion. It had been terror and disgust and – in all of that clamour – desire, a wish that lingered still, the hope that she would touch him again.

Hope doesn’t have to be dangerous

It’s beautiful really

When he was fourteen, Kaz had put together a crew to rob the bank that had helped Hertzoon prey on him and Jordie. His crew got away with fifty thousand kruge, but he’d broken his leg dropping down from the rooftop. The bone didn’t set right, and he’d limped ever after. So he’d found himself a Fabrikator and had his cane made. It became a declaration. There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken. The cane became a part of the myth he built. No one knew who he was. No one knew where he came from. He’d become Kaz Brekker, cripple and confidence man, bastard of the Barrel.

He really does go after Pekka brick by brick

He didn’t let his limp define him

He used it to sculpt how others saw him

They see him in the exact way he wants them to

In a way it made him stronger

I just want to copy paste this entire chapter

But the flashes of memories Kaz is getting:

Hot chocolate with Jordie and his warning to let it cool

Himself signing for the Crow Club

His first time seeing Inej, in purple silk, and with kohl around her eyes…

When he gave her her first knife, it had a bone handled hilt

She named it Petyr…

Her crying after her first kill and him ignoring the sobs…

Do you think he regrets that? What if he’d tried to comfort her instead..?

Kaz remembered her perched on the sill of his attic window, sometime during that first year after he’d brought her into the Dregs. She’d been feeding the crows that congregated on the roof.

“You shouldn’t make friends with crows,” he’d told her.

“Why not?” she asked.

He’d looked up from his desk to answer, but whatever he’d been about to say had vanished on his tongue.

The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbour wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.

“Why not?” she’d repeated, eyes still closed.

He said the first thing that popped into his head. “They don’t have any manners.”

“Neither do you, Kaz.” She’d laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and got drunk on it every night, he would have. It terrified him.

Oh window scene my beloved

I’m stronger than this, he told himself. My will is greater. But he could hear Jordie laughing. No, little brother. No one is stronger. You’ve cheated death too many times. Greed may do your bidding, but death serves no man.

The sound of water is Jordie’s voice for Kaz

A twisted tragic version of him

He’s trying to hang on and survive so he things of his revenge first

But it doesn’t work…

Only thinking of Inej saves him

He hopes she’s alive and that she escaped

He thinks about how if she’s trapped he has to live to safe her

The ache in his lungs was unbearable. He needed to tell her … what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near. He needed to thank her for his new hat.

I love this beautiful broken boy who’s decided to try

The water pressed at his chest, demanding that he part his lips. I won’t, he swore. But in the end, Kaz opened his mouth, and the water rushed in.

Imagine an episode of the spin-off ending like that

That ends part 5, onto the final part!

Part 6: Proper Thieves

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[icecoldwilliams]

Wretched bitch.

𝑷𝑬𝑻 & 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 (𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈) | ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

Crude, albeit banal. The sheer number of how many times those exact words had been thrown her way was as high as they were hollow.

However... that would render the current smirk across her lips inexplicable. – Wry, but laced with two kinds of a certain... vanity. No better fit for it than a spider with naïve prey, yet to realize the mistake they've made.

After all, no fact was more obvious to tournament goers than how the Russian operative was a man of few words. A fellow ally with deafening silence, coercing one from his chapped mouth was a feat all on it's own, but two?

With only her mere presence to boot.

How flattering....

❝Cute... But I think I'll stick to the nicknames dear Polya's given me instead.❞

|| @blizzardrush || ✲・*:✲・*:･ﾟ

[awlimagines]

Snow Days are the Best

@bokumonoexchange

You shivered. This was your first real winter outside the city, and you didn’t realize how different it could be. Untouched snow replaced the pathways cleared by plows or sanded and salted to provide traction. You enjoyed the light crunch of snow beneath your boots at first. Then, you hit a patch of ice beneath the powdery white layer near the water spigot. The prolonged contact with the snow was slowly numbing the sharp sting in your rear from where you met the ground. You scrambled to your feet as quickly as you could while avoiding where you thought there could still be ice lying in wait. Your frustrated huff rose before you in a white cloud, encouraging you to hurry and finish your work. 

Caring for the animals wasn’t much different than the rest of the year. Snow days were a lot like rainy days, you decided. The animals would probably be fine out in the cold, like when wet, but it felt rude. You generously heaped more fodder into the last food bin as a treat for remaining indoors. The sheep whose bin you filled bleated his thanks as his head bumped into your leg, demanding attention. You paused to rub your face in his soft wool coat, wishing you could stay and disappear into this warmth. But the crops still needed your attention. 

You braced for the sweeping chill outside as you slipped from the barn and hurried to your field. Brave sprouts struggled to stand upright against the snow layered over them. You soon realized you needed new gloves. The ones you had, while great at preventing blisters, allowed the snow to soak through. Your hands stung, screaming their protest. If you could finish the last half of the field, the rest of your day could be spent indoors. 

One final gentle brush of your hand removed the last specks of snow from your crops. Curling your fingers sent shards of pain through your hands. Not taking a break to warm your hands and pushing ahead was probably a mistake you realized. Your rush to enter your home and remove the soaked gloves caused you to miss your visitor at first. It wasn’t until you had undone your bottoms to slip out into something dry and warm that the sharp sound of a throat being cleared alerted you to another. 

“Daryl? What are you doing here?” you questioned, taking note of the haphazard scientist’s flushed face. 

“When you didn’t arrive at the lab at 12:30 as usual, I figured you were overworking yourself. And I, of course, was correct in my hypothesis. You do realize this is the first sign of frostbite?” 

You numbly nodded as Daryl’s hand raised your own to your face. Your fingers' bright, red, angry tips were the furthest thing from your mind. You had always thought Daryl’s hands would be cold like his freezing lab. Instead, they were warm. An eyebrow of his cocked at your silence, sending a pleasant rush of heat traveling from your cheeks down your neck. 

“S-sorry,” you sheepishly mumbled. 

Daryl sighed, dropping your hand and leaving it colder than before as he turned his back to you. “You should change into something dry before you catch hypothermia. I’ll keep my back turned until you are done,” Daryl chided as he shuffled through your small kitchen.

Hurriedly, you stripped and yanked on new clothing before gathering all the pillows and blankets you owned. You had just finished arranging the pillows as the tea kettle shrieked. Stepping across the blankets, you cozied up to the counter to see what Daryl was making. 

“Wait! What are you doing?” you exclaimed as he added salt to the steaming mugs of hot chocolate. 

“Salt enhances the natural taste of the chocolate. It won’t affect the taste otherwise since it’s minimal,” Daryl sniffed, clearly offended that you dared question him. “What is this mess?”

“It’s a pallet! The best way to relax and watch TV on a lazy day.” 

“Hmmm, that remains to be seen.” 

“I could say the same about your salt,” you muttered as you settled beside Daryl. 

You cradled the mug lightly between your hands, enjoying the smell of chocolate wafting lightly into the air. You cautiously lifted the cup to your lips, taking a cautious sip before an appreciative hum escaped. The hot chocolate was probably some of the best you’d ever had. Your compliments died on the tip of your tongue as you turned to tell Daryl and saw his smirk. He knew he was right, yet again. Finishing your drink, you yawned, vowing to wipe the smugness from his face someday. You abandoned your empty mug to the side and snuggled deeper into the warmth of the blankets and Daryl’s side. Your eyes drooped as you leaned your head on his shoulder, struggling to watch the cheesy romance on the television. 

You could suffer a hundred snow days if they all ended in the warmth you currently felt as you drifted to sleep.

[jellybeanium124]

see if I was rich and had a lot of free time I would fill a bathtub with mini m&ms

[wolfblood-of-anubis]

Do you have a link to the nina sneak peak you mentioned?

I also have Nina and Alfie’s tributes complete!