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@ravenyenn19

Author of many fics & novels soon to be unleashed
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“By The Throat, By The Heart”

New chapter is now live on “Dealing With Our Demons” by ravenyenn19 on ao3 🖤🐦‍⬛

Hello my loves 🖤 it’s actually been up for a few hours now but I had to run some errands & forgot to announce. I hope you love it, pt.2 of this chapter will hopefully be up v quickly rather than a bajillion years from now. Thank you, as always, for being here. You guys are the heart of this story right beside Kaz & Inej. 🖤

Linking my kofi! If you love my writing, it would mean the world if you could check it out! If you can’t- please know that being here is already so supportive + I literally never take it for granted. To those who have donated recently- thank you so so very much. You have no idea what it meant to me over these past few rough weeks. I love you. 🖤

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So… can’t stop thinking about this head cannon I realized I have.

If Kaz and Inej have kids (whether adopted or biological)… I personally think that their son &/or daughter would be the Grishaverse embodiment of Indiana Jones/ Lara Croft.

Let me tell you why bc I’m not wrong:

  • The love of complex puzzles from Kaz & climbing/fighting of Inej.
  • Lara’s long hair??? Indy’s obsession with his hat??? Come on now.
  • The potential for 💰 in the antiquities hunting field/ the desire for financial freedom comes from Kaz HOWEVER the appreciation for culture & peoples from all over comes from Inej.
  • A Kanej child would ABSOLUTELY use a forking ice pick as a weapon like Lara??? (I feel less inclined on Indy’s whip but in a pinch they would be aces with it.)
  • The DESIRE TO TRAVEL THE WORLD COMES FROM MAMA ‘NEJ.
  • IMAGINE THE LOCK PICKING SKILLS THESE KIDS WOULD HAVE FROM DA???
  • The TRICK SHOTS WITH REVOLVERS FROM UNCLE JES?
  • THE PEOPLE SKILLS & LANGUAGE LESSONS FROM AUNTIE NEENS??
  • THE ABILITY TO CONSTRUCT/COMBINE THINGS IN A PINCH FOR EXPLOSIVE EFFECTS FROM UNCLE WY??
  • I’m right.
  • Validate me & I might write this along with my Alby Rollins 1920’s-esque Ketterdam fic. 👀👀
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“Freedoms Afforded”
New chapter is now live on “Dealing With Our Demons” by ravenyenn19 on ao3 🖤

Hi guys. I hope you love this chapter- please read my notes but thank you for being here. I’ve missed you. 🖤

Hi guys, Linking my kofi bc I have no option but to be a bit shameless in my self promo this month. If you love my writing or my social media posts etc- it would mean so much to me if you’d consider checking out this page & supporting if you are able. This month I had about 3 different emergency type things arise that more or less completely drained my savings: cat emergency vet visit, oil leak on my car etc. So… to put this transparently: normally I save anything I make from here for writing things. This month it will go to groceries or gas in my car bc I need those things.

Of course, if you can’t- I obviously understand. We’re all just trying to survive + I’m sure I’ll figure it out 🖤 Thank you for being here, for reading, & for giving me a bright spot in the dark even during times like these.

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“Just Enough”
New chapter is now live on “The Dregs” by ravenyenn19 on ao3 (FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER!)

Please read the authors notes & thank you so much for everything, dear readers. Hope you love it. 🖤

Hi guys, Linking my kofi bc I have no option but to be a bit shameless in my self promo this month. If you love my writing or my social media posts etc- it would mean so much to me if you’d consider checking out this page & supporting if you are able. This month I had about 3 different emergency type things arise that more or less completely drained my savings: cat emergency vet visit, oil leak on my car etc. So… to put this transparently: normally I save anything I make from here for writing things. This month it will go to groceries or gas in my car bc I need those things.

Of course, if you can’t- I obviously understand. We’re all just trying to survive + I’m sure I’ll figure it out 🖤 Thank you for being here, for reading, & for giving me a bright spot in the dark even during times like these.

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“Scars Like Moons”
New chapter is live on “Dealing With Our Demons” by ravenyenn19 on ao3 🖤

Gosh, I’m nervous. Just hope you love it & read the author notes. I love you all. Thank you forever.🖤

I am linking my kofi! If you all enjoy my writing, I’d very much appreciate you checking it out. My stories mean everything to me & anything I receive here allows me to fund the caffeine it requires to chug along- as well as the software I use for writing etc. Pretty much tips for your local starving artist on this corner of the internet 🫶🏻 If you are unable to, please know that your support by reading my words is already more than I could ever ask for. I’m eternally grateful. Love you🐦‍⬛🖤

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Six of Crows future head cannon:
  • Alby Rollins joins the Dregs.
  • Picture it: 1920’s-esque Ketterdam, 10 years post Sweet Reef/ Ice Court. Slick Rolls Royce cars line the cobbled streets, a city spiraling toward a new age. Rain drenches the obscure signs & hidden arrows pointing to the Speak-Easy halls. In a time of prohibition… down, down, down must one go in the Barrel to find the most notorious of them all. A slice of sin, six feet under. A crowd drunk off vice served in black tea cups.
  • The young man walks into Kaz Brekker’s office (after fighting his way there), sits himself in a chair opposite a great obsidian desk. Winded & lip still bleeding from his tousle with the men at the doors, Alby wheezes: “Teach me.”
  • In turn, A near 30 year old Kaz smirks. “I thought lions preferred their pride.”
  • Alby, barely pushing 17, gives a smile of a golden boy, nervous but strong enough to hold the gaze of a devil. (He’s practiced.) “I thought Crows scavengers. Here I am, a shine for the taking.”
  • “Still have that crow, little lion?” A feminine shadow whispers from the corner. Unnoticed by the young man previously, he clicks his teeth but still refuses to show fear. A serpent-like bead of sweat slides down his spine, a shiver chasing after. He holds firm, biting his cheek to hide the startle.
  • He knows this shadow, this phantom. She haunted him, once.
  • “I buried it with my father,” the Kaelish prince whispers, “or rather, in place of him. Never did find a body. Pity.” He shrugs.
  • Kaz’s eyes glint like a cat’s, his smile a loaded gun. A gloved hand stretches halfway across the table in offering. “All right, cub. What do you want?”
  • Alby reaches forward, feeling the cold black leather of Dirtyhands’ grip between his fingers. The moment is a stormy crossroads, a whip between his shoulders reminiscent of his father’s favorite belt. He smiles, for this is a pain Alby has been walking toward since the day he woke up clutching stuffed black feathers.
  • (His blood never did bleed emerald.)
  • More than one answer to Kaz’s stinging question come to mind, nettles along the path of his thoughts. Yet, only one pricks Alby into speaking, the rage in his voice real rather than bravado. “Revenge.”
  • The Wraith giggles roughly, slipping herself to the arm of Kaz’s chair on silent feet. Alby swallows.
  • “On me?” The leader of the Dregs rasps, a brow peaked with amusement. His wife smiles with closed lips, knives glinting along her body like hungry specters. For here, her teeth are shown. Alby knows she Captain’s a fleet of the deadliest ships in the True Sea. He drags his gaze from her quickly.
  • “No.” Alby stutters, but he does not lie. Kaz Brekker bested his abusive father, and he does not care about Pekka’s death. In fact, sitting with the suspected murderers, Alby finds he rather prefers their company.
  • Kaz reclines in his chair, a hand lazily splayed on Captain Ghafa’s knee. He regards Alby with black eyes, a sharpness that pierces through his strength but doesn’t shatter it. A blade meant to probe. A test of mettle. Alby has waited too long for this audience, he cannot lose it. A moment passes.
  • Dirtyhands looks to his wife, his Wraith. She quirks her head in the silent exchange. Six heart beats have passed, and Alby Rollins is certain he won’t leave this room. He waits for the snap of a cane to bank his vision, a warm blanket of red to cover him from the jugular down.
  • He waits for death, but does not invite it. It does not come.
  • Instead, a voice like choking smoke, “Then let us begin.”
  • Alby Rollins releases a breath. His knuckles loosen in parts. A tattooist is called in.
  • The Crow & Cup bleeds as it settles, accepting the fresh skin as it’s master’s tithe.
  • Alby sits taller, a prince of a different kind, a darker throne.
  • I don’t make the rules but this is now my personal agenda & important that u agree
  • Crap now I have to put it in a fic
  • Should I do it?
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“Something New”
New chapter is live on “The Battles of Before” by ravenyenn19 on Ao3 ⛈ (I know it’s been a minute since I uploaded a new chapter for the prequel and I’m so sorry!)

Thank you all as always, I love you guys so much. 🖤

My kofi page is linked if anyone can check it out! If not, no worries! Thank you for just being here and supporting me in any way you do 🖤🖤🖤
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