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@sixofcrowsnet heist: minimalism → Dunyasha Lazareva

Even now, in this last moment, she looked like a girl from a story, destined for greatness. She was a queen without mercy, a figure carved in ivory and amber.

kurra

High possibility to be stabbed 🥴

spocksbong-deactivated20250319

no offense but...the future is bulletproof. the aftermath is secondary. it’s time to do it now and do it loud. killjoys.........Make some noise...

timewcr

i feel like we’re underappreciating the comedic gold that is andrew “i confessed to killing my mother during a random team meeting” “i broke the arm of the mafia man threatening my sort-of-boyfriend on live tv” “i threatened to murder anyone who steps within 10 feet of me” “i went toe to toe against the japanese mafia for a couple of dumbass stick ball players” minyard being neil’s impulse control

hoenursey

i am jack zimmermann’s defense attorney instead of arguing with people who say bad things tho i just kill them

queenrojpag

Kaz, if not Saints, what do you believe in? Myself. And you. And Jesper. My Crows.

big8cola

actually i call it womanipulation. for femisism.

big8cola

jennybeantime

lmfao high key one of my favorite Neil Josten™ moments is when they’re at that banquet and Jean switches to French to have a Private Conversation with Kevin and is reprimanding him and Neil’s basically like “surprise bitch” in French

artscapade

“I’m afraid you’ll always look at me and see what I was. I want you to look at me and see a future.”

Inspired by this quote in the deleted snippet from Crooked Kingdom by @lbardugo and Sasha Sloan’s Dancing with your Ghost.

Please do not repost my art anywhere. Both versions are now available for purchase on my INPRNT shop!  Daydream | Nightmare

watermelonmountaindew

Ok but I’m still not done thinking about the inherent tenderness of Jack watching Bitty through the lens of his camera. Him waiting until Bitty is caught in the light to take the shot. Him seeing the sun light up his face and thinking “I want to remember this.” The way that he knew Bitty was important, that he equalled warmth, without knowing why. The way that they why didn’t matter in the photo, what mattered was that the photo captured the feeling. The way that Jack shared this feeling with classmates, captured it so effectively that they knew what he was seeing, what he was feeling before he did. The way that he was so caught up in light and shadow and Bitty that he couldn’t see the big picture until a little later.