Dream bedroom ~
Everyone west of the Mississippi knows the name Kaz Brekker. Kaz Brekker and his crew listen to the laws of no man, and have established a reputation in western America as infamous criminals. Inej, trapped by Heleen and her indenture, dreams of having the kind of freedom Kaz Brekker and the Dregs have. So when Kaz Brekker and his gang ride into town, Inej makes a deal with the devil. Though she had no idea she'd fall in love with him.
Okay maybe ‘finished’ is a strong word; all the ends need weaving in (there are so many of them 😭) and I haven’t bought anything to back it with yet but I CAST IT OFF THIS EVENING I’m calling it finished I’m taking the win
The lighting in the photo really isn’t great but here she is in all her glory:
I’m so freaking happy with it
I know a few people asked about the pattern but I don’t have a written one as I just drew up a chart myself and went for it (my second fair isle project ever, and the first was a bauble. I was not ready for this but man I’m glad I just decided to jump I to the deep end because I am obsessed with the result), however I did put up a screenshot of the drawing I used to make my chart a little while ago and if anyone would like me to repost that with my grid superimposed over it and to explain how I did it and what size yarn and needles and everything I used then let me know and I will try to create an explanatory post
I AM SO EXCITED
In other grishaverse knitting news: I haven’t worked on the Kefta in ages tbh but I think I have one sleeve to go before the embroidery I just hate sleeves lol so I’ve been procrastinating and also just generally busy to be fair, and also did I tell y’all I knitted Wylan’s toy crow? I can’t remember, but yeah in my collection of toy crows of the Crows I now have Jesper and Wylan and they sit on my shelf together looking so damn cute. Jesper has a lil hat that he wears at a fun angle and Wylan has lil goggles on his head and a bomb tucked under his wing hehe
how to outline a story:
write a bullet point list of everything that happens
realize it doesn’t make sense
cry
start writing anyway
Snippet:
"Thanks for the tip," Vi says, rising to her feet. "I'd do the same for you, if I had any fucks left to give."
"Is that right?" Sevika's eyes glow, a pair of ashed-out cigarettes. "If I were you, sweetie, I'd save my fucks for a fight I can win."
"Funny. I seem to recall kicking your ass at least once before."
"Once. With the element of surprise." The glow hardens. "Not to mention an Uppside bitch playing back-up."
"You saying you'd beat me in a fair fight?"
"In a fair fight, Vi, you'd be a smear on the floor." Sevika's eyes cut her up and down. "I've had bigger and badder than little shit-kickers like you come to heel."
"That a fact?" Vi takes a step closer. She's a good head shorter, but doesn't miss the subtle flexing of Sevika's jaw. "'Cause I've got no problem taking a run at it."
They stand face-to-face. A breath away from collision.
The sun, blood-red, crests over the Aerie.
Vi swears she glimpses her sister's silhouette against the sky.
A crow readying for flight.
Sevika's right fist dry-gulches Vi—a nasty suckerpunch straight to her ribs. The blow would've laid Vi out flat. Except her reflexes have already kicked into gear. She rolls with the punch, torquing her hips at the last minute. Her uppercut, meeting Sevika's momentum, connects her knuckles solidly with the underside of Sevika's jaw.
Sevika's head snaps back. Blood and spittle spray. A split-second later, the shocked glaze fades from her eyes, and she lets loose a war-whoop that could rattle the joists of a steel-walled battleship. Then she's coming at Vi with a haymaker that collides straight into the gut. The blow drops Vi to her knees. Arctic spiders crawl up her sides; her insides are aflame.
Her stare connects with Sevika's. The older woman shrugs, and her mouth curls. A succinct two syllable taunt—
"Square up."
—And she kicks Vi hard enough to send her skidding across the courtyard.
The rest of the recruits, their game suspended, stare in stunned silence. Ran and Dustin, locked in a rowdy clinch, fall apart. Lock, sensing a real match in the offing, sensibly retreats from the fray. Others crowd in a loose circle. The betting begins in a hushed buzz of coins passing from hand to hand.
It's one thing to have the blackguard brass at each other's throats. It's another thing entirely to bear witness to a no-holds-barred showdown between Zaun's two most formidable combatants.
One: the daughter of the Wharfside Devil. The other: the whelp of the Hound of the Underground.
A grudge-match for the ages.
AO3 - Forward, But Never Forget/XOXO
FFnet - Forward, But Never Forget (XOXO)
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An illustration I made for a protest sign when I heard of the leak. Protect reproductive rights at all costs!
vivien leigh in a promotional shot for “waterloo bridge” (1940)
Great news for Missouri.
Women will turn out. Grab them by the ballot!
Vogue Gioiello Nov 2009 - Anya Kazakova by Luciana Val & Franco Musso