Mar 3, 2021
“you'll get what's coming to you some day, brekker." "i will," said Kaz, "if there's any justice in the world. and we all know how likely that is.”
kaz brekker
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“you'll get what's coming to you some day, brekker." "i will," said Kaz, "if there's any justice in the world. and we all know how likely that is.”
kaz brekker
Kaz Brekker, The bastard of the barrel
“ greed is my god. “
Kaz leaned back. "What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?" "Knife to the throat?" asked Inej. "Gun to the back?" said Jesper. "Poison in his cup?" suggested Nina.
believe it or not, this is the rough draft of a project that’s due tomorrow but it’s the night of and i still have to do one more panel for this (which is the “steal a man’s wallet”) and i just broke down, having no inspiration to finish this. yes, these are all painted (albeit, heavily referenced). that’s why i’m posting this right now. to get some help like cheers and motivation from you guys.
please try to not reblog this as much, likes would mean a lot though. i’ll post the final on here for the soc family when i come around to it. if you can send me motivational messages too, that’s what will keep me going.
(insp)
I WILL HAVE YOU WITHOUT ARMOR, KAZ BREKKER. OR I WILL NOT HAVE YOU AT ALL.
Oh some may say you’re mad to chase a heart locked away
Kaz could hear the drip of the faucet, water striking the basin in an uneven rhythm. He wasn’t sure what he wanted her to say. Tell her to get out, a voice inside him demanded. Beg her to stay.
kanej + “falling for me” by johnnyswim for @schemebean for the @dirtyhandsnet holiday gift exchange! i hope you have a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year!!!
I want to call that storm, she thought. And four million kruge might be enough to do it. Enough for her own ship—something small and fierce and laden with firepower. Something like her. She would hunt the slavers and their buyers. They would learn to fear her, and they would know her by her name.
I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together —knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.