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sixofcrowdaydreams · 9 hours
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kaz!!!
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"It's a trick," said Van Eck. "It's another one of Brekker's tricks." He broke away from the guards and rushed at Wylan, but Jesper stepped in front of him, grabbing him by the shoulders and holding at bay with straight arms. "You'll destroy everything I've built, everything my father and his father built. You--"
Jesper leaned in and said, quietly enough that no one else could hear, "I can read to him."
"He has a very soothing baritone," added Wylan, and then the guards were hauling his father down the aisle.
-Crooked Kingdom
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sixofcrowdaydreams · 21 hours
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Sometimes I wonder how people survive without obsessively thinking about fictional realities. Could not be me. Thinking only Real Life stuff for a whole day???? I would be dead.
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sixofcrowdaydreams · 22 hours
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ICYMI: I finally finished writing Sleep No More this past weekend. It has been over two years since I first started writing this fic on my notes app on the train to work. Before the Six of Crows fandom, my longest ever fanwork was approximately 3,000 words. Now, 51,000 words later, my NYC Wesper AU is finally done.
If you haven't checked it out yet, you can find it here.
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We should really talk more about that bit in Crooked Kingdom where Wylan is composing a song in his head and he thinks about how the melody is growing on him but it's going to need a beat, something like the rat-at-at of gunfire.
I swear it was like so early on as well, when he's still trying to convince himself he doesn't have a crush of Jesper (and if there was another reason, a tall, lanky reason with too strong a liking for games of chance, he wasn't going to think about that right now (paraphrasing)) and is later implied to be the tune he eventually memorised the transfer of properties to when Jesper read it aloud, allowing him to go against his father and lead to the I can read to him line
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sixofcrowdaydreams · 2 days
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kaz and Nina my god what a duo😭 like they're hilarious - and we stan a queen who can make basterd of the barrel insecure about his haircut 💕god I'm FERAL for them-
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Six of Crows: A Comic Adaptation
Part 1, Chapter 3
Pages 23–24
Previous Pages
Download the Chapter 2 Digital Copy
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WIP Wednesday Monday
Tagged by @jazzythursday
Lately, I've been trying to write some canon adjacent moments. This is one scene in a series of snippets about Wylan's experiences with reading over the years.
Warning for nausea and vomiting (non-graphic). Wylan is not having a good time.
Wylan is eleven years old and he’s not hungry. He should be, he thinks. It’s been hours since he emptied his stomach on the floor of the library this morning, nauseous from the physician’s latest tonic. Just a spoonful of the brown medicine taken after breakfast, but it tasted vile. Thick like tar, it clung to the back of his throat no matter how much water he drank to wash it away. He’s still nauseous.  Though he can’t tell if his stomach is upset or he’s gone so long without eating that he’s circled back around to feeling ill.  Wylan should feel grateful, he supposes, that the physician’s latest attempt to cure his deficiency also dulls his appetite. There’s no plate in front of him. A hardbound book lays innocently on the rich hardwood of the dining table in front of him. All he has to do is read, then he can eat dinner. He makes the mistake of looking up enough for the letters to wiggle across the leather cover. His stomach rolls.  Ghezen rewards those who work hard, his father always says. That’s why their family has been blessed generation after generation. To his father’s disdain, Wylan, lazy and stupid, hasn’t honored Ghezen.  He tries to imagine the God of Commerce personally withholding his dinner, hands shaped like the Church of Barter wagging a massive finger in his direction. It’s hardly a punishment. Not when he feels like this. For lack of anything better to do, Wylan folds his hands in his lap, sits. Waits. Wills his stomach to stop twisting. He squeezes his eyes closed, but it doesn’t help.  At the head of the table his father eats. The room is silent, tense, only interrupted by the occasional clink of his fork and knife laid gently on the plate between bites.  Wylan calculates sums to distract himself. Multiplies by sevens as high as he can go. Seven times sixteen equals one hundred twelve. Seven times seventeen equals one hundred nineteen. Seven times–  His father scoffs, his disdain apparent. “You could at least make an attempt.”  Wylan opens his eyes, but doesn’t shake his head. He can’t without being ill.  “I don’t feel well.” The anger in his father’s eyes burns, he doesn’t care if Wylan’s stomach is as weak as his mind. The fact that no effort, no attempt has been made the entire meal, is a far worse sin than academic incompetence. “You aren’t allowed to leave until you open that book, Wylan.” Dutifully, he does. Then, promptly heaves onto the carpet.  Wylan barely hears the clatter as his father drops his utensils in disgust and walks out of the room, dinner unfinished.  When he stops retching his mouth burns with acid and his stomach feels no better. Wylan waits another few minutes, long enough to apologize to the staff, then leaves too.  The next evening he’s allowed to skip dining and sit in his room. It takes six more days before the physician gives him a new tonic. 
Tagging (but no pressure) @nerdlingmerchling @oneofthewednesdays @waterloou @hotpinkmurex
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sixofcrowdaydreams · 2 days
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jesper!!!!
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Kaz Brekker moodboard for anon. I hope you like it!
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My Wylan redsign! I gave him both brown and red hair.
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sixofcrowdaydreams · 3 days
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"whatamidoinghere whatamidoinghere whatamidoinghere whatamidoinghere"
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i always think the us editions of s&b and soc are really pretty but then i remember that the french editions exist
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sixofcrowdaydreams · 3 days
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inej!!!
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sixofcrowdaydreams · 4 days
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Heart Of The Country - Chapter 3
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“Do you at least have some fun facts about its diet or mating rituals or something?” Jesper asks dolefully, as another little orange butterfly lands next to the first.
“I’m not an expert on butterflies, you know.” Wylan glances up and sees the disbelieving look on Jesper’s face, then sighs. “It’s a Dryas iulia, and it’s considered a rapid flyer. I don’t know anything about its mating cycles though. Sorry to disappoint.”
 A third butterfly lands, this time on Jesper’s forehead. “Oh for—Saint’s sake.”
“Hold still,” Wylan instructs. “It’ll fly away.”
Ch1, Ch2
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