i missed kaz so i made this

1) finish crooked kingdom 2) yell to @niniadepapa and @harkrs about it 3) write this

The first time she comes back, it’s with salt in her hair, her feet carried by the waves with each step she takes. Her hand brushes against the hard brick wall of a pub, dust sticking to her fingers even as she rubs them – the dust clings to her skin and the smell clings to her hair. This, maybe, is something she didn’t miss, the foul odour of alcohol, sweat, blood, and other things she doesn’t want to think about. After months at sea, salty air in her lungs, Ketterdam’s decaying perfume almost makes her cough around a gag.

But she is home, and she smiles.

Hiding beneath the shadows comes easy to her, the way it always does. Her feet recognize every rock on the ground, every brick and alcove and roof as she climbs her way to the city’s highest points. She perches herself on top of the highest finger of the Church of Barter, if only so she can admire the city – the harbours full of life, people coming and going in the Financial District, even the high silos she climbed, a lifetime ago. Her lips curve up, hair dancing in front of her face, before she decides that she has business to attend to.

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Headcanons for Mondo who loves/loved Chihiro and misses his brother!

I hope these are okay for you Mondo! I wasn’t sure of what pronouns to use for Chihiro, so I used they/them just to be safe! If you want anything changed just hit me up, yeah?

> Mod Kaz <

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anonymous asked:

Okay, but the crows playing Monopoly, or life. Ooh! HAVE THEM PLAY CLUE

Here’s Clue, with Life and Monopoly probably to follow:

          “Clue,” Matthias stated, looking down at the box left on Kaz’s kitchen table. “That’s the murderer game, isn’t it?”

          “Detective game,” Wylan amended quickly, making a face.

          “It’s the murderer game,” Kaz interrupted. “That’s why we’re playing it.”

          Inej lifted the lid to the game and set out the game board, then shuffled the cards as Nina set out the game pieces. Matthias excused himself to wash his hands.

          “I call Miss Scarlett,” she called, dropping the chip on the board.

          “Mr. Green for me,” Jesper added immediately.

          Wylan made a thoughtful face, “Col. Mustard.”

          “Professor Plum,” Kaz said, snatching the purple piece.

          “Then I’ll take Mrs. Peacock,” Inej grinned as Matthias walked back into the room. She held out the white piece in Matthias’s direction. “That leaves… Mrs. White.”

          “What?” Matthias asked. “Why do I have to be Mrs. White?”

          “ ‘Cause you missed when we were choosing characters,” Jesper nodded sagely.

          The gameplay started with several turns without any so called “suggestions”, but then, Kaz landed in the kitchen and said, “I think it was Col. Mustard in the kitchen with a candlestick.”

          “Nice try,” Matthias quipped, then leaned over and showed a card to Kaz. Kaz made a face and put an x in one of the boxes on his paper.

          The game play continued, with Inej then suggesting, “Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick?”

          Wylan merely shook his head and slid a card across the table. Inej frowned and scribbled a discreet note.

          “What about Mr. Green in the ballroom with the lead pipe?” Jesper asked, scrutinizing the card Nina held out to him.  

          “You think it was your character?” Wylan asked with disbelief.

          “Well, maybe. We’re all capable of murder, and you have the most amazing face. Your skull’d be the prize of my collection, Wylan.”

          Jesper winked dramatically.

          “Don’t philosophize,” Kaz chided drily. “It doesn’t suit you.”

          Each member of the group made multiple suggestions, in turn, and the gameplay continued for some time, until Matthias nodded his head with finality and said, “I have an accusation.”

          “I think it was Professor Plum in the Billiard Room with the lead pipe.” When no one responded or moved to show him a card, Matthias looked down at his cards once more and nodded. He reached to the center of the board and picked up the confidential envelope. The rest of the room waited on bated breath as he examined the three cards inside and then placed them down on the table.

          “I win,” Matthias shrugged, seemingly uninterested, but the smile that he directed down at his hands said otherwise.

          Kaz, looking rather smug that his character had been the murderer, collected the rest of the cards and shuffled them again for a second round. “I think I’ll keep this piece,” he remarked.