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[buffonia]

“What bound them together? Greed? Desperation? Was it the knowledge that if one or all of them disappeared tonight, no one would come looking?”

[haniishu]

INEJ GHAFA. 

❝ she was not a lynx or a spider or even the wraith. she was inej ghafa, and her future was waiting above. ❞

[kuweiyulbo]

@sixofcrowsnet gift exchange — dunyasha & inej for @dunej ♥︎

There is no shame in meeting a worthy opponent. It means there is more to learn, a welcome reminder to pursue humility.

[ID: A four-panel aesthetic edit in dark, muted tones with reddish brown accents. One: A woman with brown skin and black hair is shown from the shoulders up. She’s looking at the viewer, resting her cheek on her hand. Text in the middle of the photo says “Inej Ghafa” in a sans serif font, and “The Wraith” underneath that in a script font. Two: The same woman cropped in the left side of the photo against a black background. Fragmented text across the photo says “I think she may be my shadow”. Three: A pale hand reaching up against a black background, playing with the light. Fragmented text across the photo says “Your spirit brings me pleasure, Wraith”. Four: A pale-skinned woman with red hair is shown from the shoulders up. She’s looking at the viewer, holding a hand to her temple and jaw. Text in the middle of the photo says “Dunyasha Lazareva” in a sans serif font, and “The White Blade” underneath that in a script font. End ID.]

[currypuff]

NINA ZENIK, SIX OF CROWS — “I just raised the dead. Do you really want to argue with me?”

                                july 5, happy birthday @reynarellanos!

[ravkaes]

No mourners. No funerals. Among them, it passed for good luck.

welcome to ketterdam, vic @hazelslevesques <3

[highlord-archive]

@booknet​ | favourite character

                 ↳ Kaz Rietveld Brekker

“A liar, a thief, and utterly without conscience. But he'll keep to any deal you strike with him.”

[hansjisung-nolonger]

making edits from old images  » inej ghafa

we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.