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Poll: Upcoming Next Season at Netflix 2024 (Or 2025)
Okay, for some reason that i don't know there is this poll in IMDb thats mentions sab and it's "upcoming season 3". Am I clowning? more than likely but please go and vote.
Yes, this is a scene we are being deprived of. Yes, I am sad, angry and I feel like cristina yang when she said "SOMEBODY SEDATE ME". The only thing I can do with all this pent up energy is share, once again, the link to the petition and kickstarter.
SAVE Shadow and Bone!!!
I FEEL ROBBED ALL OVER AGAIN
Eric posted that there is a scene meant for the spin off where Matthias says something along the lines of "I will protect lamb if threated" refering to Wylan as lamb AS AN ENDEARMENT and JES GOT JEALOUS. YES THAT IS AN ACTUAL SCENE THAT HAS BEEN ALREADY WRITTEN AND IT'S READY TO SHOT.
Anyways, i'm fuming mad all over again but I wanted to remind everyone that there is a petition you can sign to save the show, there is a kickstarter and there are tweeting parties and watch parties as well.
SAVE Shadow and Bone!!!
We never stop fighting! NMNF
ERIC HEISSERER, YOU EVIL GENIUS! He has just published the sizzle reel for what was supposed to be Six of Crows, including some scenes in the end that we've never seen before!
After watching this it's impossible not to be angry at n*tflix but also, THIS IS WHY WE ARE FIGHTING. Keep talking/tweeting/rebloging about it! Keep the conversation going, keep sharing the petition and keep rewatching!
Here is the petition in case someone has not sign or share it yet:
SAVE Shadow and Bone!!!
SAVE Shadow and Bone!!!
SAVE Shadow and Bone: Sign the petition!
SAVE Shadow and Bone!!!
can the "they ruined six of crows" people be quiet now?
it's almost like they're professional writers who thought about it for the past 2 years.
please please please give us the spin off please please please ple-
#in inej’s fantasy kaz removes their armour: inej’s knives which protect her and his gloves which protect him #in their final scene inej’s knives are absent: she is without her armour #however kaz still wears his
I was on the floor for this two scenes.
I just want to talk to whoever is responsible for that weird exchange and look between Inej and Tolya in the finale. I just want to talk I swear-
Just a short and to the point talk. No, really, i won’t take much of your time, i promise:) :) :)
the crows when Kaz starts talking about child murder:
no one:
wylan: i too would like to know the plan
*crosses his arms dEfiAnTLy*
The one time Kaz prayed.
This is part 5 of a series of drabbles that I’m posting. It’s not in chronological order so you don’t need to read part 1, 2 . 3 or 4 if you don’t want to. Enjoy!
After so many years, Kaz's sleeping habits had gotten better but nightmares still got the best of him some nights.
That was one of those nights.
At the time Jordie was nine and Jess had just turned five.
He wandered to the kid's bedroom.
He used to do that more often when they were younger: check if they were breathing and make sure that they were safe and sound.
That night in particular Jordie was sleeping just fine. However Jess was breathing heavily, her bedcloth arround her calves.
Kaz stept into the room, getting closer to her bed.
He extended his arm and touched her forehead.
A shiver ascended through his spine.
She was burning.
"Jess, wake up." He tried to sound firm, like giving a command. Instead his voice sounded weak, riddled with terror.
He shook her but she didn't open her eyes.
He screamed for Inej.
She was there a second later, a knife in her hand and a hard look on her face like he hadn't seen in a long time.
She was ready for a fight. What was more: She was ready to kill in order to protect her children.
It was too bad that the kind of danger that was afflicting their daughter couldn't be battled with a knife.
He explained that she had a fever and that he would be taking her to the nearest medik, the words stumbling out of his mouth rapidly.
He took her in his arms...and a sense of nausea like he hadn't felt in years overtook him. His surprise almost made him let go of her.
It hadn't happened to him in years. Especially not with his children.
They were so warm, so vivid, so alive that it never had happened with any of them. Since the moment he held Jordie for the first time until that moment, none of his children's touch ever made him want to throw up.
He looked down at his daughter's face, her distress visible in her factions.
She needs me. She needs me. She needs me.
He repeated that in his head like a chant that forced him to get going, the taste of bile still on the back of his throat.
He didn't look twice at his wife or son.
And he couldn't have known that the same fate was awaiting for them soon after.
By the sunlight morning Inej and Jordien had also fallen with a high fever.
The three of them became delusional, pale as a sheet and oscillating between conscious and unconscious state.
"What is happening to my family?" he barked at the medik.
He explained that it was a new form of plague. That those who had previouly suffered the Queen's Lady Plague were inmmune but those who hadn’t...
The medik didn't dare to finnish the sentence.
Kaz's body resisted enough time for the medik to leave the room before he fell to his knees and did the one thing he swore he would never do: he prayed.
"Let's make a deal" he muttered acidily into the sky. His voice barely a rough whisper.
"My wife has been nothing but blindly faithful to you all. So it's time to collect the earnings that you owe her for her stubborn loyalty. She is pure hearted. So are my kids." His voice trembled.
"I am not. I'm wrong and twisted. So let's make a deal. You let them live and have the life they deserve and take me instead. I will pay for every crime I've ever commited. I won't fight my way out of it or even complain. I will take any suffering you want me to endure with pleasure. Just as long as..." his voice craked. "As long as you leave them alone. They are too good. I...I can't lose them. They cannot die."
Which was a silly thing to say because they could, in fact, die. That was the way life was: unfair. And if there was someone who knew injustice, that was him.
And still the last words he muttered before he collapsed of tiredness were: "Please, please don't take them away from me."
It only got worse from that point on.
They became permantly unconcious. Their delusions got worse. They barely ate or drank. Their skin looked closer to grey than their usual brown color.
And they kept on getting worse and Kaz could only stay by their side, rotating between wetting Inej's lips, putting a cloth of cold water on Jordie's forehead or holding Jess' hand.
He hated the feeling of nausea that overtook him anytime his skin touched theirs.
He hated it like he had never hated it before.
He walked that room more times than he could count, pacing back and forth and cursing at the saints for being as false as he had always thought they were.
And they kept on getting worse and Kaz could only curse at himself for bringing this fate to his family, because how else could it be explained?
It was his fault, his fault, his fault, his...
And they kept on getting worse and he felt idiotic for having prayed to those treacherous beings.
And still he prayed everynight after having curse at them all day long because, what else could he do? He was that desperate.
And they kept on getting worse
Until they didn't. Until the fever and delusions stopped. Until they became more conscious than not. Until they were able to eat and drink again. Until their bright bronze color return to their skin.
Until Jess, little Jess, said that she sounded just like daddy. Her voice was rougher than usual because of her throatache. She said that as if increasing her resemblance with him was something that delighted her.
Until Jordie remarked that maybe Kaz should change his shirt because he simply looked 'too awful,dad'. And Inej laughted out loud and colors were brought back into his life.
After they had recovered enough strength to return home, he ordered the three of them to go immediately to bed and rest.
He was met with similar looks of disgust from each one of them but he couldn't care less.
Kaz Brekker used to think that he could deal with any unwelcome surprises just as long as he was careful enough. Just as long as he had his plans number two, three and four ready to go.
Kaz Rietveld could not be further from that way of thinking. He had not seen that week coming. He had become too comfortable in his new life. And it had almost destroyed him.
He realized he needed to be more careful because that precious life he’d built could easily shatter in the split of a second. And he couldn't let that happen.
He wouldn't let that happen.
But for all his promises to himself to not be taken by surprise again, he had also not seen his next conversation with Inej coming.
And to be fair, Kaz Brekker probably could not have seen it coming either.
Because when Inej told him that the healer had informed her she was expecting, he stared in disbelief.
He guessed she could see the same worrying on his face as the one he was experiencing in his interior because she said:
"It is going to be alright, Kaz. Our little one is strong."
"It will be a miracle if he survives, Inej". He sounded more harsh than what he intended but he didn't want to leave any space for hope. Hope was dangerous, it clouded your judment.
Her face suddenly looked determined.
"Then we will have our own miracle." And then she surprised him once more. "The saints will give us this one miracle." And she sounded so threatening with a fierce look on her eyes that he couldn't hold his smirk. Not so blindly afterall. Not when it came to her children at least.
He put his hand on her flat belly. Another one of them. And that thought was enough to make his worrying disappear for awhile, replaced by a sense of warmness that spread through his entire body. "Our miracle."
She smiled. "Mati navee. Our own navee."
English is not my first language so I would appreciate if you let me know of any grammatical errors that I may have had. Thank you :)
The Rietveld’s rage.
This is part 4 of a series of drabbles that I’m posting. It’s not in chronological order so you don’t need to read part 1, 2 or 3 if you don’t want to. Enjoy!
His kids were ignoring him. He could tell.
Usually they would make it their buisness to spend as much time with him as possible because, according to Inej, they miss him when he takes his usual trips to Ketterdam even tough they don't last more that a week or two.
Jess would frequently sit by his side, reading a book or paying attention to how he administers the numbers.
Navee would often march into his study, without so much as a knock on the door, and walk to his side. Then he would proceed to climb onto his lap and play with his lockpicks for a couple of hours at least.
Even Jordie sometimes would come into his office and sit on a couch placed in a corner of the room. He would stay there for a few hours, without making any noice, only the scratch of his pencil against the paper as he drew.
(The rule of "no walking in if the door was locked" was non-funtioning anymore. It had been put out off service when Jordien turned 5 and Kaz had made the grave error of teaching him how to lockpick. Since all of his children knew how to, a locked door didn't mean much in the Rietveld household anymore)
Anyways, that is how he noticed that something was off that day: He had been sitted in his desk for several hours and none of them had walked in yet.
The door was even opened. Kaz had left it ajar on porpouse. He had missed his children even if he hadn't said so explicitly.
He hadn't seen much of them during the week and the day before he didn't get to see them at all. He had taken a trip to a nearby town in order to arrange some things for a forcoming trip, therefore he left the house very early on and return late at night when the kids had already gone to bed.
But they always made an effort to spend time with him however possible. Even if it was spent in silence in his study.
So why aren't they here?
Couriosity got the best of him so he wandered to the living room.
Jess was reading a book by the window, trying hard but failing not to send deadly glares at him.
Navee was nowhere in sight but he could feel his unwelcoming presence somewhere around the room.
Even Jordien seemed out of himself. His eldest son always looked calmed if not stoic, but that day he appeared to be tense, a coldness emaning from him. He looked as though he was making a great effort to not look disturb but something was crearly bothering him.
Dinner was indeed very akward.
Inej tried to smooth things over but the children weren't talkative at all. Even Jess, who usually carried the conversations during meals, was looking down at her plate, only answering in monosylabels. But before he could begin to find out what had happened Jordien's smooth voice cut through the silence.
"May we go to our room now, please?" the question was directed at his mother.
"Sure, mejo. Just put the dishes by the sink".
The three of them stood up, did as told and left wihtout so much as a glance in his direction.
"They are angry because you skipped their day with you" his wife said as an explanation.
His confusion only grew.
"Sundays. You usually don't work much on sundays and for them it's the day they get to spend time with you. It's their favourite day and you skipped it." With a kiss to his temple she left him with his thoughts.
He didn't thought they would mind much. Specially because half of the time he had no clue of what to do or how to entertain them.
Being a father was unlike anything he knew. No plan ever worked with them. They would always take him by surprise.
What he did knew was that he had made a lot of changes for them.
He looked down at his leg. It hadn't hurt since the day they found out about Inej's second pregnancy.
He had made a decision for his children that day. He had known they deserved to have a present father who was able to play outside with them if they wished to.
He walked up the stairs to their bedroom.
Jordie was immerse in a drawing and didn't even look up.
Jess was on her bed, braiding her hair and facing the door. She did looked up at him. And then immediately turned around, facing the opossite wall.
But before she turned he caught a spit of hurt in her eyes.
A sense of coldness suddenly spread through his spine.
He walked towards Navee's bed and looked under it. The toddler was playing with the lockpicks he had gifted him with for his fourth birthday.
Kaz picked him up and sat him down next to Jess. He sat down in front of them on Navee's bed and asked Jordie to sit by their side.
Having the three of them glaring at him with such hostility made him a little uneasy.
Ghezen, they really do look like me.
He had always thought that they had more of Inej in them than of him. Something for what he was most grateful for but right then, facing them, he realized that they had a bit of him somewhere lost in them too.
That sent a sense of warmth through his chest.
He knew he souldn't feel proud that they were even a bit like him. He should hope that they were more like Inej, pure and kind.
But knowing that deep down there is a part of him in each one of them. Knowing that he was somehow partly responsable for creating something so perfect like them, that made his heart raced.
Even Jess, with her uncanny resemblece to Inej, or Navee, with his easy ways, they all looked like the split image of him in that moment.
Trying hard to make his voice sound even Kaz said "All right, let's make a deal."
"What deal?" Jordie's face didn't reflect anything, his voice armonic and smooth sounding nothing like his.
"I won't work on sundays anymore. I won't do any kind of paperwork. And we'll spend time together doing whatever you want."
"Anything?"
That almost caused him to grin. Maybe they are a bit too much like me.
"Anything within reason. In return, you'll stop being angry at me."
The three of them exchanged looks, having a silent conversation.
"No."
"No?"
"No deal." He crossed his arms. "We want sundays. And a compensation for the ones that you will unaboidably miss when you go to Ketterdam."
He lifted an eyebrow. "Go on".
"The sundays that you'll miss when you are out off town will be redestributed whenever we want to. Any day of the week."
He couldn't hide his grin anymore. My children.
He tilted his head as if he was pondering his options.
"The deal is the deal." He extended his ungloved hand to each one of them.
"The deal is the deal" they all solemly replied.
It was late so he took his leave but he couldn't help but look one more time at them.
Jordie had gone back to his drawing, but this time his shoulders were no longer tense.
Jess was singing a song under her breath, a sea shanty if he had to guess.
Navee was no longer in sight but a laughter that came from under his bed betrayed his location.
He shooked his head in amusement.
He was still very grateful that they were more like Inej. He certaintly would not have forgiven someone so easily.
He retired to his bedroom where his wife was waiting for him.
English is not my first language so I would appreciate if you let me know of any grammatical errors that I may have had. Thank you :)
Uncle Jesper.
This is part 3 of a series of drabbles that I'm posting. It’s not in chronological order so you don’t need to read part 1 or 2 if you don’t want to. Enjoy!
The day Jesscelyn was born her two uncles and cousin where outside of the room, waiting to meet her for the first time.
When her father told them to come in they were immediately marvelled by the little bundle wrapped on Inej's arms.
Her face was all mushy and red and still, with just one look at her, Jesper said "She'll look just like Inej."
But then a mischevous smile had formed on his face.
"And she'll have you wrapped around her little finger" he added, looking at Kaz.
He only responded with a glare and a ill-mannered hand gesture that he had made sure Jordie was unabled to see.
The ruthless Bastard of the Barrel my ass.
Jesper shook his head and smiled some more.
Kaz was sitted on a chair next to the bed just a few inches away from Inej. Jordie was on his lap, curious, trying to take a better look at his new little sister.
His friend looked disheveled, with his hair tousled and his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had forgone a jacket or necktie and he seem more pale than usual.
But the glint in his eyes told Jesper everything he needed to know: he was utterly happy.
"So, what's her name?" Wylan was next to him, holding their daughter’s hand. She was balancing on her toes, trying to see her cousin's face.
Inej looked at Kaz.
He stared back at her, a hard look on his face.
Inej's right eyebrow rose and, apparently, that's all it took.
As if forced at gunpoint and with an irritated exhale he said:
"Jess."
"Yes?" Jesper answered.
"No, that's her name. Jess. Short for Jesscelyn."
Jesper was left speechless, every emotion passing through his face.
He was stucked to the ground and hadn't even noticed the tears that had been forming on his eyes. All he was abled to do was stared at Kaz, whom was clearly avoiding his eyes.
The nerve.
Wylan came to his aid and added some pleasantries.
Jesper was welcomed back to reality when his husband dragged him across the room, promising them to visit soon.
He tried his luck one last time and glanced back. That time he did found his eyes.
Kaz was studying his face.
After a few moments and as if he had decided something he shrugged and rolled his eyes, the ghost of a grin playing on his lips.
The bastard of the barrel my ass indeed.
English is not my first language so I would appreciate if you let me know of any grammatical errors that I may have had. Thank you :)
Also, I’m working on a waaay longer drabble and decided to post this instead to buy myself some time.
Julie Kagawa chose violence the day she sat down to write Night of the Dragon.
Jordie's drawing skills.
This is part 2 of a series of drabbles that I'm posting. It’s not in chronological order so you don’t need to read part 1 if you don’t want to. Enjoy!
Jordie is very skilled at drawing and he showed his interest since he was very young.
He used to gift his drawings very freely.
As he got older he preffered to keep them to himself only showing them on rare occasions.
Kaz still has all his drawings kept under lock in his desk.
When Jordien was 4 he made a drawing and took it to his father as per usual.
He opened the door to his fathers study and then he remebered. He closed the door and knocked. Then he walked in again. Kaz shook his head in entertainment without lifting his eyes.
Jordie wasn't supposed to come in without knocking because his father was busy working. When the door was locked he wasn't supposed to come in at all.
(The lock wouldn't keep him out for long but Kaz didn't know that at the time).
He walk to his father's side, whom was sitted in his desk.
Jordie handed him the drawing "For you papa".
Papa. Kaz still wasn't used to the sense of warmth that fills his chest everytime he hears those four letters.
Kaz's eyes went from the documents he was studying, to the boy's little face, to the paper he was giving him.
He nodded "I'll keep it with the other three you've also given me today".
The boy smiled brigthly. He was on his way out when Kaz stopped him.
"What is it?" his gaze now on the drawing.
"Your tattoo".
He studied the drawing a bit closer, his eyes scanning the page like it was a document he couldn't quite comprehend.
He saw the crow that was more like a black stain of crayon. Under it, a rectangle shaped smudge that must have been the cup.
"What's this blue thing inside the cup?".
"Water" Jordie replied with an exasperated tone, as if it was obviuos what should have being inside a cup.
"But the cup should be empty". He lifted his sleeve so he could see the tattoo.
The boy's forrow was prominent. He studied his father's forearm for a few seconds until he spoke again.
"That's stupid. The cwow is thisty" he stated. Jordie still had some trouble with big words. "He needs water to live. So I put water. Your tattoo is wong".
His tone was so decisive and serious that it was almost funny.
"Maybe the crow is bad and doesn’t deserve water". The boy shook his head furiously at his father’s words.
"The cwow is good and so he has water. With no water he dies and that can't...that is not...that is bad. So he has water and he lives".
Kaz stared at his son for a few moments, taking in his words.
A corner of this mouth lifted. "Thank you" he said as he ruffled the boys head.
Jordie giggled and Kaz's grin only grew. "No! Papa!" he laught some more, trying to push his father's hand from his head. His bare hand.
The boy flew from the room, his laughter filling the house.
He took one look at the documents he had been studying and then at the door.
He followed the laugh.
That laught.
So when Kaz modified his tattoo and added the water to the cup, Inej didn't need to ask why. She knew.
After all, the long time she'd spent by his side had been the key to the disentanglement of the intrequesy that was Kaz Brekker's.
And if that hadn’t taught her enough, the hanging drawing in his study definitely did.
English is not my first language so I would appreciate if you let me know of any grammatical errors that I may have had. Thank you :)
The farmer’s family.
So, this has been in my head for a long time now and today I finally decided to post it. This is the first part of many. The different parts will have no chronological order but this first part serves as an introduction for the children. Inej and Kaz will appear in later parts. Oh, and english is not my first language so I apologise in advance for any mistakes. Please do tell me of any errors so I can learn from them :) I'd really appreciate that. This takes place many many years after crooked kingdom and after many years of Kaz and Inej dealing with their trauma. I’m in no way tying to minimise their struggles but I’m hopeful that they will overcome it eventually. So yep, here we go!
Part 1 of a series of drabbles.
They agreed to leave Ketterdam when Inej got pregnant for the first time. They couldn't have their child suffer for their crimes- couldn't allow their enemies to be so close to him. So they left, leaving no traze behind. Only three people knew where to find them.
And so they started their new life as Mr. and Mrs. Rietvield in a small farm in a little town close to Lij. Nobody knew much about them, nobody really cared. They were two newlyweds who worked their farm and didn't cause any trouble. The houses in these sort of towns were very separated from one to another so even their closest neighbours never really saw their faces much.
It's been 15 years since they left the city.
They have three children: Jordien of 14, Jesscelyn of 10 and Navee of 4.
Jordien bears a strong resemblance to Kaz: his face was hard with sharp angles and his hair cut in the same style of his father only neater at Inej's insistence. The similarities only stop in the color of his hair, pitch-black, and his skin, only a few shades lighter than her mother.
He wears a look of indiference most of the time, not a shred of emotion in his face. He carries himself with confidence, his posture straight, chin always up- and his gaze always looking for danger like his father had taught him. He is also prone to get into trouble but that is no surprise considering his ancestry from both sides.
He is very close to his siblings, sharing a bedroom with them even tough he could have a room for himself. When his mother reminded him of this, he mumbled something about not being worth the trouble of moving everything from one room to the other one. Inej just nodded and smile but she knew him better that that: he would not be able to sleep well at night knowing that he wasn't a few feet away from his siblings to protect them if any danger occurred.
Jordien is the most like his father. This hasn't gone unnoticed to Kaz and contradictive toughts of both worry and pride are constantly fighting in his head. Worry that his child is going to end up like him, wrong and twisted. Worry that he might have tainted someone so innocent since before birth. But also pride that a monster like him could help create someone so good like his son.
Jess is the physical replica of her mother, matching her looks in every way possible. Sometimes when she is wearing a braid she looks so much like Inej that her father has to stop in his tracks and remind himself that it is his child and not a dejavu.
She gives her father the hardest of times becuase, like him, she can be a big cocky smartass. Quick witted, utterly brilliant and quiet sassy, she is her father's daughter withouth a doubt.
She is quick with numbers, having spend many many afternoons (her favorites) in her father's study learning about how to run a business- honest or not so much- and the math behind it.
There is, however, somethng she does not share with Kaz, but rather with her mother: her heart, biggest that her own chest. She does not duel well with injustice and is surely going to do something about it if it does happen.
Navee is...Navee. He is a special case all together. He doesn't talk much. And is very shy. Like, very shy. He also goes unnoticed half of the time (His parents always see him but his uncle Jesper often jumps three feet high when Navee surprises him by making a move or saying something).
He is very smart in an interesting way. He sometimes says facts about rocks or chemycal components or just random things that always leaves everyone, but specially his father, rather surprise "Where the fuck is he getting this facts from?"
He is also a big hugger, the type of kid that hides behing his parent's legs. Inej thinks is rather adorable when navee's little arms are around kaz's leg, towering over him.