heyyyyyyy canni have some headcanons about kaz (figuratively) adopting wylan please????
there was this persistent nagging in the back of kaz’s mind to check in, check in, check in even when he knew wylan would be fine on his own
and he had jesper, jesper would help him
but like any concerned parent friend would worry about their child friend out there in the real world, he lost sleep wondering if wylan was handling the business okay
he staged a casual run in with wylan. complete with feigned surprise, i didn’t think i’d see you here, but the second he saw wylan’s gray ringed eyes he dropped the act and asked, “don’t you sleep?”
wylan blushed and looked away, muttering something about having too little time for himself these days and how stressful it was. kaz wanted to wring his neck for neglecting his health just as much as he wanted to get him tucked in bed
the reddening nose and the slight cough wylan had didn’t make matters any better
he ended up dragging wylan back home, and wylan, embarrassed, admitted he had paperwork to take care of but he was waiting for jesper to get home to read it to him
the two sat on the couch and kaz read wylan his papers, surprisingly soothing. by the end, wylan’s head drooped onto kaz’s shoulder and kaz went tense. but at least he’s sleeping, he thought. he remained there until he was struck with a bright idea and carefully readjusted wylan, arranging his head on a pillow, absently pushing curls from his eyes
kaz pulled blankets over him and forged his signature on the paperwork so he wouldn’t have to stress about writing, and he placed it on the coffee table where he could see it
before leaving he told the servants wylan needed soup and to have an extra place setting at dinner that night because he’d be back
kaz returned with an overnight bag and a prepared lie for wylan and jesper’s questions, “the slat is leaking again. my room needs to be patched up.” he didn’t ask to stay, he simply brushed past them both before they could get in a word and he picked one of the guest rooms for himself
kaz would return often, stay a few days, help wylan where it was needed, but say things like “you have no idea how easy you’re making it for me to rip you and your new merch partners off.”
but wylan knew why kaz really came around as often as he did. he was worried, especially after he witnessed how bad wylan was adjusting to his new life. and wylan needed help, kaz could teach him so much
kaz knew wylan knew his true intentions, but neither of them said anything about it. they both appreciated the company of each other
Kaz: he wasn’t going to customize it much, because y’know, keep em guessing, but he wanted to get rid of the default screen, so he went to see if any of the pre-loaded options were a darker color. then he saw that one of them was a black bird’s wing and he was like “oh shit. that’s my #aesthetic” and it’s pretty much been that ever since
Inej: a group selfie of her, Nina, and Jesper doing Blue Steel-esque faces. in the corner of the photo is a fuzzy black blur that is Kaz, completely ignoring Jesper’s “Kaz!! selfie! look up!!” (it’s prior to Wylan and Matthias’s addition to the group but she loves that photo so much, it would be a bummer to change it.)
Nina: she changes it all the time. some favorites include: her and Inej wearing sunglasses and too-cool-for-you expressions; an unflattering photo of Matthias caught off guard; a cup of hot chocolate being held by hands engulfed in the cuffs of a bulky sweater; a flowery background with “i do what i want” in a digital speech bubble on top.
Matthias: it used to be that his lock screen and home screen were both a snowy mountain landscape view; Nina bugged him about being boring, and after a while he changed it so the lock screen was a sweet picture of her smiling (he did not show her for like a week)
Wylan: a picture of him making an exaggerated surprised/happy face when Jesper kisses his cheek. Inej sees it first and actually groans out loud because it’s so cute; the noise catches Jesper’s attention so he looks over at it and says “oh my god you’re so fucking gay.”
Jesper: it used to be like a really good selfie of himself. like, the kind of selfie that is flattering and also shows of your personality, the kind you post to three different social media apps and reblog if it doesn’t get enough notes. (“oh my god, your lock screen is yourself?” inej scoffs. “that’s so vain.”/“but look how good this selfie is.”/“damn. you’re right.”) but then one day he takes a photo of Wylan doing something that captures his full attention (flute? equation? something sciencey? idk), and he looks at it and is like “goddamnit, this is such a great photo.” he puts a bunch of heart eyes/heart/gay couple emojis on top and sets that as his lock screen instead.
“This is all I’ve ever known. I think it’s just wrapped in my DNA. Some kids grow up wanting to be sports stars; I grew up wanting to be in a band. I wanted to tour, and get in a fucking van. What kid grows up wanting to get in a van? I must have been fucking nuts…”
This, my dear children, is a stroopwafel, a Dutch waffle 2.0. Consider this: two thin, soft, wafer circles sandwiching delicious, warm, oozing syrup. Literal heaven. You can also buy them at grocery stores, but they’ll never be as good as the real thing warm.
These things are the best.
Imagine the crew in the streets of Ketterdam, taking shelter in a cafe from the rain. They’re all sitting at a small table, lit by some candles, and indulge in a few bites of warm stroopwafel. Jesper notices a bit of syrup on Wylan’s chin, and brushes it off with his finger. Nina slowly savouring hers; by the time everyone else is finished, she’s only had a couple of bites. Mathias watching the way she closes her eyes and how she focuses on the sweet taste. Inej joking that Nina loves stroopwafels more than Matthias. Nina giggling and agreeing. Kaz broodily staring out the window, staring at the rain, not touching his. Looks down to his plate a minute later to find it gone and in Inej’s mouth. They all laugh at his bewildered face. They laugh by the light of the candles and warmed by the treats and the fire. The laughter is a smoldering coal in their hearts, warming them from head to toe.
Hey, I can call my scans whatever the heck I want! Sourced from the Otomate
Magazine volume 27, released right around for Valentines, the cover and the included poster featured these two handsome
gentlemen bringing some chocolate love and dressed quite appropriately in steampunk chocolate brown colors. Does this
look mildly suggestive? Certainly! Van & Lupin aren’t looking at you like they are not about to eat…..THE
CHOCOLATE for no particular reason. No need to wait for Valentines: have a very melty velvety choco-lupin or choco-van
every day. ♥
On the technical aspect of this scan, it was another oversized poster scanned in multiple parts and slowly merged
together in Photoshop, then removed the creases using the Clone Tool by taking the undamaged portion right above or
below the line formed by the crease. More or less, that’s how I merge multiple-piece scans and/or remove creases, even
from small posters. It’s not often I talk about techniques here, but seeing as I’ve had a few questions as to how I
process these, I thought to mention it. Please enjoy ^^
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this is for @ilgaksu because she had a bad day and we’ve been chatting spy au and she gave me an idea and i want to cheer her up. all those reasons
Running the surveillance van is generally considered the boring job, but Matt doesn’t mind it. He can people watch to some extent, and he has Neil here to keep him company in watching the screens. It’s quiet and requires no acting, which makes it preferable to being in Andrew’s position right now.
On Matt’s screen, Andrew is leaning back in his seat, cards held in one hand and a low glass next to the other. He’s pretending to be a Russian magnate with a taste for the dirtier side of capitalism and also for killing people he doesn’t like. He looks relaxed, swimming with sharks. Probably because he’s the deadliest predator swimming in these waters.
They’re well into the game in there when Neil says something low in a language that definitely isn’t English, and then, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What?” Matt asks. He’s instantly alarmed, because it takes a lot to make Neil lose his cool – the last time he said something similar, he was bleeding out from a hole in his gut.
Neil is already on his feet. “I’ve got to go in there.”
Neil is definitely not supposed to go in there. He’s only here in the van because of a concession on Wymack’s part, mostly because they’d all believed he’d find a way to get involved in the worst way possible if he weren’t included in an official role. Things have gotten a lot more complicated since he and Andrew started working together, including the frequency with which Neil gets bullet wounds.
“You can’t,” Matt says. “You’ve got your orders.”
“Do you really think I care?” Neil replies. “Andrew’s about to get his cover blown, and I can’t warn him from here.”
They couldn’t send Andrew in wearing an earpiece because everyone inside was searched for tech, so the only support they could provide was watching like this. “How do you know you won’t get him killed storming in there right now?”
“What would you do if it were Dan? Sit in your ass here in the van, or go?” Neil asks. Matt looks away from the screen to his face, taking in the brutal determination with which he looks back.
Matt and Dan are married, but he suspects mentioning that might not be worth the air he’d waste in the process. Whatever bond it is that Andrew and Neil have, it’s probably just as significant, as close and as unbreakable. He says instead, “Who did you see?”