[taurielsilvan]

“I can hear the change in Kaz’s breathing when he looks at you.” “You… you can?” “It catches every time, like he’s never seen you before.”

[graecian-archive]

… what’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?

[dregstrash]

So I think we all know that if Inej were ever to die, Kaz would completely lose it. Right? I’m not going that far, don’t worry, but I’d love to see a painfully angsty fic where Kaz hears that the Wraith capsized and *thinks* Inej is dead.... only to have her turn up at the Slat a few months later. How does he react? What did he do in the meantime, when he thought she was dead?

ooooh i’m in an angst kind of mood and I love this a lot. Thanks for sending this in!!!

Kaz was familiar with death. It had birthed him. It nursed him to health. It filled him with a dark purpose that poisoned his veins so that he only sought to build things to tear them down in the same breath. Kaz thought that he was familiar with its cold breath, for you couldn’t be a gang boss without suffering losses, and he thought that he knew what it would feel like to hear a name spoken for the last time.

But he was wrong.

He was no reincarnated demon. He was no rebirthed likeness of the End. He was merely a young man who had grown so callous to the loss of life that when it mattered, he had felt the sharp sting of it being ripped off by a simple missive from his regular shipping reports. The words “Lost at Sea” and “The Wraith” pouring salt on the opened wound. 

Kaz hadn’t believed he could feel the sharp sting of death. He foolishly thought he might be immune to the veil of dread that claimed most people. But the days–months– that followed the news of Inej’s ship going down had proven him wrong. 

The members of the Dregs would look back on those black months and decide that someone must have wronged their fearless leader. That’s why he went too far with the tortures of their captured rivals. That’s why he stayed out later than usual, by himself, prowling the streets of Ketterdam, daring anyone to cross his path. That’s why he seemed more unhinged and merciless than usual. 

No one would know the disquiet that had sunk deep in his bones. The way the silence echoed through his mind, whispering her name over and over again. Drawing forth every thought, every imagination, every memory that he had tried to shove away. In that dark silence, in the space between his tiring bones and the suspended cover of night, he’d conjure her light feet, her lithe form, her dark tumbling hair, her warm brown eyes. The ghost of who she was would stare down and tempt him with a voice that he’d never hear again.

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[cozyaxolotl-deactivated20220712]

tell me this isnt canon

[thewalkingnerd]

INEJ GHAFA/THE WRAITH (Six of Crows)

I’ll die on my feet, with a knife in my hand.

[disaster-bay-leaf]

so here’s an example of my terrible drawing skills

kaz brekker from Six Of Crows duology

[skskskskdkdnfnfnfnf]

But kissing Locke never felt the way that kissing Cardan does, like taking a dare to run over knives, like an adrenaline strike of lightning, like the moment when you’ve swum too far out in the sea and there is no going back, only cold black water closing over your head.

[malishiru]

I had to give them matching clothes yall

[scarletguarrd]

—Broken Throne (2019.)

[graecian-archive]

R E X C O R V U S , P A R A T E R E G I S C O R V I .

[doraelins-deactivated20200511]

✧ inej ghafa … six of crows

requested by … @ghafahs

❝ Her silks were feathers, and she was free. ❞

celebrate 100 with me!

[fortuneredding]

”What you lack in any investigation is time. With every passing hour, evidence slips away. Crime scenes are compromised by people and the elements. Things are moved, altered, smeared, shifted. Organisms rot. Wind blows dust and contaminants. Memories change and fade. As you move away from the event, you move away from the solution.”

[dagna]

You imagine a world where the two of you can go out to dinner on a Saturday night, and no one thinks twice about it. It makes you want to cry, the simplicity of it. The smallness of it. You have worked so hard for a life so grand. And now all you want are the smallest freedoms. The daily peace of loving plainly.

THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO - Taylor Jenkins Reid

[susiephone]

Sydney: WHAT UP, YOUTUBE! Today, I’m filming another unboxing video!

Victor, shovel in hand as they enter the graveyard: Syd, I told you to quit calling it that.

[halfwayspokenheart]

Holy shit guys read every heart a doorway by seanan mcguire

-the main character is an asexual girl -the Hottest Guy In School is trans -its about a school for kids who had amazing adventures in alternate realities and are coping with being back in our world -the writing style is amazing -the characters are amazing -its also a murder mystery -this is an actual line from it: “Cheese making, for example. The perfect intersection of milk, science, and foolish disregard for the laws of nature.”

[sorathe]

“When I danced with the Lord of the Dead for the first time, he said it was beautiful, and he ran his fingers through it. All the hair turned white around them, out of jealousy. That’s why I only have five black streaks left. Those are the parts he touched.”

   -   Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire

just a sketch. i really enjoyed the premise of this book, and thought this image was particularly striking. 

[dunyashas]

wylan: I’m pretty sure that’s illegal, kaz

kaz: Pretty sure I’m a criminal, wylan