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@grishatober day 20: fashion

There is a city and it is alive. 

Ketterdam has always moved at a relentless pace. It claws at its citizens and it always demands more, more, more. It is greedy and it is hungry. It wants to expand and bloat, beyond its borders, into the ports and sea. It demands dominance. It seeks to infect the people with its greed, the world with its relentless drive for more. The rustle of kruge and the exchange of money is prayer, and it sees no faces of its citizens. It cruelly disregards the children, the elderly, the suffering. It discards those who cannot contribute to its hunger and need to grow and consume.

Ketterdam is alive, and it is hungry.

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here ya go anon! (im very slowly answering these long-ago requests ahh)

fandom: grishaverse ship: helnik rating: t prompts: 🔥 (huddling for warmth), pre-hypothermia (for whumptober), @grishatober day 21: food

warning for nudity! no sexual content though! edit: despite what it may seem, this is actually a very fluffy fic, not really angsty lol

link to ao3 here: desperate solutions

(check them out at @grishatober)

Colm paced back and forth. He knew engagements were a big deal in Novyi Zem. Dowries and bride prices weren't uncommon in Kaelish culture but it was nothing like the Zemenis, who wanted to ensure their daughters futures were well prepared.

He had approached his friend Jammo about his idea the moment Aditi agreed to court him - he knew there was no one else he would ever want to marry. Not with her fine wide features on her face and dark eyes he wanted to fall into.

"This is an exceptional gift even by our standards," Jammo chuckled. He was a light skinned man, mixed Kaelish and Zemeni. "Are you ready to present to her family?"

Colm swallowed, his mouth full of cotton. "I have never been surer of anything." He unfolded and looked at the deed in his hand. A proof of purchase of Jammo's jurda farm on the eastern shores of Novyi Zem. The only blank spot was the signature of ownership. He has painstakingly printed her name below, waiting for her flourish.

STUDENTS

alina- women’s studies

mal- sports management

nikolai- history/politics

tolya- english (poetry to be exact)

tamar- sports medicine 

genya-  chemistry

zoya- communications

david- physics 

harshaw- fire sciences (yes thats a real major)

nadia- meteorology 

PROFESSORS

baghra- the badass feminist professor that the men are afraid of she teaches something like criminology 

the darkling- that creepy professor, wears a newsboy cap, fails people out of spite, is weirdly obsessed with the girls in the class. also he teaches college writing