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#flirting with him(wylan) might actually be more fun than annoying him
theannoyeddragon82 · 10 months
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wow these bitches are really fucking gay
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its-tortle · 11 months
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hehe hellooo ✨
hope you're having fun !! as for asks, which of your faves (can't be of the same franchise) do you think would get along the best?
anddddd if you could choose 1 of your faves to protect you from the other ones, which one would you pick?
(faves as in crows, steves, buck, taylor, etc)
hi winnie!! omg this is such an amazing ask. let me see if tipsy me can do it justice
ideally, they would all be besties. realistically, this would not be the case lol. i think taylor -- who is (1) a real person and (2) does not lead a very violent life -- would be so sweet to everyone but would not always get sweetness in return. steve rogers would be polite, bucky might be depending on what era we're talking, kaz and matthias would be stand-offish, inej would admire her strength, jesper might flirt with her, wylan would want to talk music, and nina might fall in love with her (its the blond blue eyed hot people thing). this whole ordeal would be a weird crossover. steve harrington (who i assume you meant to include by steves) would by no means be rude but idk what he would know to discuss with her.
he might be able to bond with the others (read: stucky and the crows) about fighting-monsters trauma or annoying co-monster-fighters who keep putting themselves in unnecessary danger. i strangely think nina would like him, but then again maybe i'm just projecting onto her again.
okay, anyways, before this gets way too long: here's the dynamics i think would happen in an alternate universe where they all meet at a bar. let's say modern au no magic no monsters
jesper, taylor, and wylan: do some really good karaoke. maybe nina would join even if in my mind she can't hold a tune
kaz and bucky: do some glaring at everyone but their sweethearts. they both drink surprisingly fruity drinks. best case scenario, they actually open up a bit and talk about how difficult it can be to change the cold person you have been into something more suited for loving and being loved.
inej and steve r: have a really interesting conversation about faith -- in both the religious and the hope sense -- and come to the consensus that its all about experience and people rather than blind belief, but that it is a lasting source of hope
steve h and matthias: himbos. matthias laughs at steve as he tries and fails to pick someone up. steve laughs at how red matthias gets about nina. maybe he even gives him some heartfelt advice about how to loosen up and let her in better
steve r and taylor: might have a compelling conversation about becoming a symbol bigger than yourself and feeling like you have so little control over that narrative. captain america and miss americana you know? the weird alienation of fame? i think they might have some thoughts.
bonus wylan and billy hargrove: we are not our fathers. you can be your own person and find 'worthiness' and love outside of the coldness of your childhood home. if we're lucky, they hug
wow this was a trip. i hope it makes sense? i definitely forgot some dynamics, feel free to add on
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ceoazula · 3 years
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Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call.
Jesper, Six of Crows
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crescentcampbell · 3 years
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Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call. 
STOP. THEY’RE SO CUTE. I’M DEAD!!!!!
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the-crowclub · 3 years
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"I like not worrying about being snatched up by a slaver or put to death by some skiv like our friend Helvar here. Besides, I have other skills that bring me more pleasure and profit than this. Lots of other skills.
Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call.
Wylan x jesper>>>>>
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Quotes about Wylan Van Eck:
Somehow he looked like a child—smooth-skinned, wide-eyed, like a silk-eared puppy in a room full of fighting dogs.
“You’re cuter when you’re smart.” Wylan’s cheeks went pink.
Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call.
“Alive? I’m not big on killing unconscious men.” “We could wake them up.” “Pretty ruthless, merchling.”
“I’d never even seen a dead body before I came to the barrel,” Wylan admitted. “It’s not something to be embarrassed about,” Jesper said, surprising himself a little. But he meant it. Wylan needed to learn to take care of himself, but it would be nice if he could do it without getting on friendly terms with death.
“Music. Numbers. Equations. They’re not like words. They...they don’t get mixed up.”
There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they’d created in the link, Wylan said, “just girls?” Jesper restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.” It really was a shame they were probably going to all die tonight.
“Pay up, Kaz.” “I do hate to lose a wager. You see, Van Eck, Wylan bet me that you would have no qualms ending his life. Call me sentimental, but I didn’t believe a father could be so callous.”
But he had Wylan’s voice, his mannerisms, and—though Kaz could see the fear and hurt in his golden eyes—Wylan’s surprising courage, too.
“It may be permanent,” Kaz had warned him. Wylan hadn’t cared. “I need to know. Once and for all, I need to know what my father really thinks of me.” And now he did.
“A fool would’ve been waiting to be smashed to bits on that ship. And as for ‘traitor,’ you’ve called me worse in the last few minutes alone.”
“Maybe I liked your stupid face.”
“You know, Wylan, one of these days I’m going to stop underestimating you.” “Then you’re going to be a lot harder to surprise.”
“It’s brilliant,” Jesper winked. “Just like you.” Wylan blushed daylily pink.
“Is that how things are done around here? We all tell Kaz we’re fine and then go do something stupid?”
His father was going to erase him from the ledger, a mistaken calculation, a cost that could be expunged. The tally would be right.
Wylan had seen a lot of smiles from Jesper, but the one that spread across his face now was new, slow, and as closely held as a winning hand.
“You were angry. Angry wears off. I needed you righteous.” Wylan crossed his arms. “Well, you’ve got me.”
“You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. We can endure a lot of things. It’s shame that eats men whole.”
They valued the things he could do instead of punishing him for the things he couldn’t.
His father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn’t keep out of the red. But they were his first friends, his only friends, and Wylan knew that even if he’d had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.
Wylan looked like he’d fallen into the wrong story, a prince turned pauper. From then on, Jesper had been stuck somewhere between the desire to taunt the pampered little merchling into another blush and the urge to flirt him into a corner just to see what might happen.
Jesper had felt the tug of something more, something that came to life in Wylan’s unexpected courage, in his wide-eyed, generous way of looking at the world.
Wylan was sitting in the afternoon light, the real Wylan, the boy he’d first seen in the tannery, the lost prince who had woken up in the wrong story.
“Why can’t you just let things be easy?” “Because they’re not easy,” Wylan said in his simple, earnest way. No one in the barrel talked like that.
This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was a prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
Wylan summoned every bit of bravado he’d learned from Nina, the will he’d learned from Matthias, the focus he’d studied in Kaz, the courage he’d learned from Inej, and the wild, reckless hope he’d learned from Jesper, the belief that no matter the odds, they would somehow win.
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Part 4 of SOC: The Trick to Falling (2/3)
"He could have been robbed, killed. He'd imagined his death a thousand ways, but never sleep through it." (pg 277)
"I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory" -from the musical Hamilton
"The guards always thought they could rely on someone else to catch a mistake or fix a problem. Laziness wasn't as reliable as greed, but it still made a fine lever." (pg 280)
another lever!!!!! also, speaking from my personal habits, laziness is a good lever
"Go on and flex, Kaz thought. Doesn't matter how big the gun is if you don't know where to point it." (pg 282)
they are flexing their guns. this just makes me laugh because my sense of humor is slowly decaying along with my sanity. also, wise words, Kaz. wise words
"The trick is getting back up. He kept her voice in his head, repeating those words, again and again, as he stripped off his boots, his clothes, and finally his gloves." (pg 283)
awwwwww he uses his memory of her voice to calm himself down. adorable.
" 'And I'm already in jail, so don't tempt me to commit homicide.' " (pg 287)
this is both funny and raises some legitimate questions. i am in no way legally trained, but if you killed someone while in jail, wouldn't your punishment just be added to your sentence?
"Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call." (pg 291)
when flirting with him and annoying him are one and the same
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ohmytheon · 7 years
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Flirting with [Wylan] might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call.
Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo, proving how straight and logical Jesper is even while imprisoned
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"Wylan coughed. Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call."
Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows
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turningpagebooks · 7 years
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REVIEW: “Six of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo
Title: Six of Crows Series: Six of Crows #1 Author: Leigh Bardugo Genre: Fantasy Publisher: Henry Holt and Company Source: Library Format: Hardcover Page count: 462
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Recommend: Yes
Plot summary: Criminal Kaz Brekker will have to pull off a seemingly impossible heist to obtain wealth beyond his wildest dreams. To do so, he must break into the notorious Ice Court, which has never been breached, and retrieve a hostage who's creating a drug that corrupts Grisha power. He'll also need to survive long enough to collect and enjoy the reward. Kaz needs a crew desperate enough and talented enough to take on this suicide mission. He knows exactly who's right for the job: six of the deadliest outcasts the city has to offer. Together, they could be unstoppable, if they don't kill each other first.
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Six of Crows is a dark and intense novel.
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I've been hearing about Six of Crows for awhile now, and it's been sitting on my TBR. Recently, my friend read it and loved it. So of course, I finally had to get around to it. It's different than Bardugo's other series, but I really liked it.
What initially struck me about this book is that it's much darker than The Grisha trilogy. But it really works for the story. The main characters are not perfect heroes, they're criminals looking for a big payout. They're misfits. They all have a dark past. They have secrets. But together they become more than co-workers or allies, they become family. I love that.
Not to be forgotten is the hilarious banter. Bardugo did it so well. It's brutal and blunt, harsh and so funny. I found myself smiling and laughing at times, especially when Kaz said something or Jesper and Wylan were bantering. I honestly like all of the main characters, and I think that's a cool thing to be able to say. It's not always the case. But I truly do.
What's great about this book is that while the pacing is slow, over the course of the story you really get to know each character. You see their pasts, their mistakes, their hopes for the future, and even romance. It feels rewarding as you learn big pieces of what makes them who they are, what has shaped them. And they do change over the course of the book. The conflict the job creates means they face danger, death, and demons they've been running from.
Romance isn't a huge focus of this book, but it's there. And I love it. There's also diversity, and I love that too. I ship all of the ships. I felt all of the feels. And that cliffhanger? WOW.
Six of Crows is a great book, and I can't wait to read Crooked Kingdom. Sure, the pacing is slow, and the characters sometimes make poor decisions. But the story is captivating and gritty. I want to read more.
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"'It's not natural for someone to be as stupid as he is tall, and yet there you stand.'" (p 229)
"'What is he doing?' asked Matthias. 'Performing an ancient Zemeni ritual,' Kaz said. 'Really?' 'No.'" (p 290)
"Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call." (p 291)
"She knew she should say something profound, something beautiful in response. Instead, she spoke the truth. 'If we make it our of here alive, I'm going to kiss you unconscious.' A grin split his beautiful face." (p 390)
"He needed to tell her...what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn't pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he'd begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near." (p. 403)
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Quotes about Jesper Fahey:
He held a grudge as well as he held his liquor, and he had a gift for making Kaz’s victories sound like they belonged to everyone.
This was the skill that kept him in the Dregs even after his debts mounted and it became clear Jesper loved the cards more than luck loved him.
“Close your eyes!” “You can’t kiss me from down there, Wylan.”
His hair was messed, his pupils dilated. He seemed almost drunk, or like he’d just rolled out of someone’s bed. He always had that look after a fight.
“Everyone knows you can’t keep away from a fight or a wager, not matter the odds.”
It cost Jesper something to admit that. Would Kaz have gone off on that kind of a mad-dog tear if it had been Jesper with a knife stuck in his side?
“Like a hive of bees in your dresser drawer.” Jesper barked a laugh. “Just like that.” “So what are we doing here?” Jesper turned back to the sea, feeling his cheeks heat a little. “Hoping for honey, I guess. And praying not to get stung.” “Then at least we’re both the same kind of stupid.” “I don’t know what your excuse is, Wraith. I’m the one who can never walk away from a bad hand.” “That makes you a rotten gambler, Jesper. But an excellent friend.” “You’re too good for him, you know.” “I know. So are you.”
“Facts are for the unimaginative.”
Jesper just grinned and whispered, “Well, we’ve gotten ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. We’re either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.”
Part of him wanted to ask, but he knew that was the stupid part, the hopeful farm boy who picked the worst possible person to care about, who searched for signs in things that meant nothing—when Kaz chose him for a job, when Kaz played along with one of his jokes.
He could have kicked himself. He’d finally seen the infamous Kaz Brekker without a stitch of clothing, and he’d been too worried about ending up on a pike to properly pay attention.
“You’re cuter when you’re smart.” Wylan’s cheeks went pink.
Flirting with him might actually be more fun than annoying him, but it was a close call.
There was a long silence, and then, eyes trained on the notch they’d created in the link, Wylan said, “just girls?” Jesper restrained a grin. “No. Not just girls.” It really was a shame they were probably going to all die tonight.
“Maybe I liked your stupid face.”
Or maybe Jesper wanted something more than forgiveness from Kaz.
“I don’t want Jesper wandering off to take a spin at Makker’s Wheel.” “This song is getting old,” muttered Jesper. “Then learn a new refrain.”
Wylan had seen a lot of smiles from Jesper, but the one that spread across his face now was new, slow, and as closely held as a winning hand.
He seemed to exude pleasure, as if he’d just walked into a party he couldn’t wait to attend.
“There have been a lot of swindles, but I was usually on the swindling side. A lot of fights—I was usually on the winning side. A lot of card games. I was usually on the losing side.”
“Why don’t you just stop?” “It’s not like that.” There’s a wound in you. “Not for me. I don’t know why.”
“I didn’t raise you to be a gambler, Jes. I certainly didn’t raise you to be a criminal.” “I love you, Da. I love you with all my lying, thieving, worthless heart, but yes, you did. You taught me to lie.”
Guilt and love and resentment were all tangled up inside him, and every time he tried to unravel the knot in his gut, it just got worse.
“I’m dying anyway, Da. I’m just doing it slow.”
He felt greedy for something. He’d wanted to kiss Wylan since he’d first seen him stirring chemicals in that gruesome factory.
Wylan looked like he’d fallen into the wrong story, a prince turned pauper. From then on, Jesper had been stuck somewhere between the desire to taunt the pampered little merchling into another blush and the urge to flirt him into a corner just to see what might happen.
Jesper had felt the tug of something more, something that came to life in Wylan’s unexpected courage, in his wide-eyed, generous way of looking at the world. It made Jesper feel like a kite on a tether, lifted up and then plummeting down, and he liked it.
He understood the barrel. It was always hungry for more—money, mayhem, violence, lust.
This was the kiss he’d been waiting for. It was a gunshot. It was a prairie fire. It was the spin of Makker’s Wheel. Jesper felt the pounding of his heart—or was it Wylan’s?—like a stampede in his chest, and the only thought in his head was a happy, startled, Oh.
“What do you think my forgiveness looks like, Jordie?” “Who’s Jordie?” “Someone I trusted. Someone I didn’t want to lose.”
They’d been not talking about things for so long that actually speaking the truth felt like it had broken some spell—not a curse, but good magic, the kind that kept everyone safe, that might preserve a kingdom under glass.
It’s not a gift, it’s a curse. But when it came down to it, Jespers life had been full of blessings. His father. His mother. Inej. Nina. Matthias leading them across the muddy canal. Even Kaz, with all his cruelties and failings, had given him a home with the dregs when Ketterdam might have swallowed him whole. And Wylan. Wylan who had understood before Jesper that the power inside him might be a blessing, too.
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