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Kaz, inej and tolya literally having nightmares from breathing the toxic gas and jesper having the time of his life hallucinating talking to his mother inside neyars house while our innocent wylan van sunshine is being all happy and chasing butterflies and spitting every butterfly fact known is the most crow thing to happen in the show.
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kanejbr3kker · 10 days
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just picturing matthias in talking tree heaven looking down on ketterdam and seeing kaz tell nikolai he's never heard of inej
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your-local-bookworm · 2 months
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Life is short.
Whatever happens, just say no Mourners no funerals and move on.
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ladymarvel27 · 1 year
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Nina: I am willing to do a lot of things. Nina: But admitting to Matthias that I am cold after he told me to bring a jacket is none of them.
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dmitryanya · 1 year
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send me a character and an expression ! - OPEN
@couragedontdesertme : Matthias Helvar 5A please? (For the draw a character in a pose thingy? :D)
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he's questioning every single one of his life choices the longer he listens to the crows talk.
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that-gay-grisha · 2 years
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Nina: That sounds like a great plan! Doesn't that sound like a good plan, Matthias?
Matthias: No.
Nina: I think I speak for Matthias when I say that sounds like a great plan!
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somanywords · 2 years
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early morning walks, partially inspired by the colder weather and soggy leaves underfoot, and also by @crowtoberchallenge​ day 8 prompt: heartstopper. and how could i not draw nina with the heart eyes?
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Matthias: Did I tell you how I met Nina?
Kaz: Only thirty times.
Matthias: She was one of the Grisha we caught on the the Wandering Isle.
Kaz: Thirty first...
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guns-blazings · 2 years
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Do you ever think about the fact that Nina probably has nightmares about that day and instead the line would be “she’s dreaming again. Dreaming of him” and the different connotations that line would have compared to the original?
Did you ever consider that when she wakes up she turns to find Matthias and instead of seeing him, she sees a hallucination of his cold body, only to scream and blink and watch it disappear, leaving Nina alone in her bed?
Do you ever think Kaz is in the same situation?
On the few nights he sleeps he wakes up screaming and jordies body is pressed on him like in the death boat and he can’t do anything but look at the face of his once brother, slowly watching the flesh rot off?
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vadapavani-13 · 2 years
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the sab cast is literally feeding us so much we do not deserve them
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targaryenluvs · 1 year
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Over you’re post about the crows x child!reader. And I was thinking of the same for a while! But I wanted to ask you about the crows with a moody teen. Like she’s maybe grown up, she’s like still bad ass but she’s going through teen age eyes. Like maybe like 13-14. Sorry, I just think it would be so funny like the guardians of the galaxy and teen age groot. She can have like a attitude problem with kaz.
Teenage Scare
six of crows x teen!reader, kaz brekker x teen!reader
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Mean.
That’s how most people would describe you.
No matter what a discussion was about you always had something to say. When you were younger you were new to the Crow Club. Despite your rough life you were kind and sweet.
That part of you was snacking on waffles deep inside, because with your teenage years came change. And you didn’t like change. First came with your height, you were still short for your age but you could see you were growing faster than usual. Then came your face, where it was usually smooth came bumps and rough patches, not noticeable but to you? This was an attack on your face.
Then your chest, which was the worst. From 12 to 14 it grew and grew and you had no clue if it would stop. You’d caught the eye of local boys when you didn’t want to. Which lead to a few catcalls to you, and a few broken noses for them. You didn’t want to be treated differently for something so vain, so natural.
But it would happen either way, not only did boys notice but men did too. Although they always bit their tongue since the first (and last) man to say something ended up with all his money fit snuggly in your pockets and his teeth in a bin.
It made you angry and bitter.
You had to get new clothes every few months since it didn’t fit here or there and so on. After a big job the Crows had pulled off which you played a huge role in you were definitely more than able to afford it but you didn’t want to waste all your money on clothes.
So you took up sewing in secret.
You didn’t feel like being bullied for doing something so girlish whilst you condemned the Ladies of richer houses for being shackled to a birthing bed or cooking and cleaning.
But the thing was you liked it. It brung a sense of calm, using different colours of thread and different needles giving various outcomes. And there was nothing you could make that had been made before. There was so much freedom when it came to it.
Everyone else noticed the calm of the storm that was you, pretty quickly.
“What on Ketterdam just happened.” Wylan said to Jesper as he sat down with his breakfast. “What do you mean?” He looked up at him and cleared his throat, “I’m sorry I should’ve been clearer.” Jesper laughed, “What did I say about apologising for how you speak?” Jesper smiled timidly, “Not to. I remember, just a slip. It’s just, when I went into the Kitchen, Y/n was in there.”
Jesper tilted his head, encouraging him to continue, “Cooking. She hasn’t cooked since she was twelve.” Jesper brung his hand to his forehead and faked shock, “Oh my Saints, the world is off its axis.”
Wylan smacked his chest and frowned, “It’s not funny! She hasn’t cooked in so long, she says it’s boring and we have people for it so what’s the point?” Jesper wraps his arm around him, “I’m sorry love, you’re right it is odd. But maybe the beast is about to go into a deep slumber and we get the normal Y/n back. You know how the younger teenage years are.”
“We’re all in our 20s, we may not fully remember but it was awkward and weird. Everything was changing and we were adapting. Let her adapt.” He finished as Wylan nodded in agreement, what he didn’t notice was Jespers hand sneaking towards his toast.
“Hey! Drop it!” Wylan shouted as Jesper took a big bite out of the corner, “You love me, let me eat.” Wylan huffed in annoyance before getting up to leave but Jesper promptly wrapped his arm around his waist and brought him back down, “Oh no you don’t.” Jesper laughed as Wylan did too.
“Please stop giggling like school girls, you’re making me want to vomit.” Y/n said as she sat down with her food in front of them. “Don’t make any sudden movements, we don’t want to scare the animal.” Jesper ‘whispered’ as Y/n laughed sarcastically, “For a second I was wondering why I never sit with you two in the mornings anymore, now I remember why.”
“Oh it was just a joke Y/n, please sit, I feel like I never see you anymore.” Wylan spoke as he took a sip of his juice. “Maybe open your eyes up babe, I live with you.” Wylan smiled, “Yeah but I uhm, I missed talking to you.”
“Thanks. I’d miss me too.”
Jesper snickered as Wylan hit him again.
That was one of the moments you realised how much you’d changed. Whilst fearing over things being different you’d pushed away the Crows, your family. You’d begun spending more time in your room, or with other friends your age and while having friends your age was okay, you spent more time with them than at the Slat or Crow Club.
You’d let your fear take over. Not wanting to eat with them in the mornings to hear their questions and teasings of, “Are you okay?” “Is it that time of the month?” “New clothes?”
What you’d seen as annoying were actually just genuine questions of concern. From that day on you’d ease back into your life. Eating with them in the mornings, actually attending meetings rather than hearing the summary from Inej.
You’d go shopping with Nina for food, or have your daily reading sessions in Kaz’s office. You’d shop for hats and ingredients with Wylan and Jesper and laugh when Jesper touched the wrong thing and would get told off.
You’d be home again.
The meeting was at seven pm and this time you planned on showing up.
You were there twenty minutes early, grabbing your favourite book of tales you’d obtained from East Ravka. “You’re here for once?” Kaz asked as he walked into the room. You nodded, the realisation that you hadn’t talked to him in weeks.
Kaz noticed your change first. No longer did he receive sweet notes in the morning that had him smiling at himself, no longer did he hear your humming as you read in his office, something he claimed to loathe but he’d grown familiar to the sound, like a white noise.
When he worked to hard he’d always be so engrossed in whatever he was doing he’d sometimes not notice you bringing him dinner, lunch or breakfast.
Before every meeting you’d be the first to come along, not for the sake of punctuality, but so Kaz could silently hand over his plan, and have you fix anything that seemed out of place.
Once you’d become a teenager, you grew distant and indifferent to Kaz most of all. You didn’t want him to see you as an adult. Someone he could treat the same as others he worked with. You liked how it was, him always asking you if you’d slept, him telling you off when you became cheeky, when you ate like a girl starved. (Which you never were), when he’d let you, little by little break away his barriers.
With a pat on the back, a comment of praise, a loving look etc. What you both missed most of all was your night talks. Where you’d talk about anyone or thing. Nothing was off limits, it was in these talks that you found out about Kaz’s past.
His change of scenery from his fathers farm to the bustling streets of Ketterdam, the con played by one Jakob Hertzoon on two unknowing boys. How they were cheated out of their inheritance, Jordie’s death and the eventual reasoning behind Kaz and his fear of touch.
You vowed with him to bring Pekka down.
The words which he uttered, ‘Brick by Brick’ held new meaning in your eyes. And you and Kaz held them dear, you would do anything to bring the ‘King’ of the Barrel to his knees.
After such a monumental breakthrough, even if Kaz wouldn’t admit it, you drifted and it stung.
“Early as always.”
“What else do you expect from me?”
“For you to run away, play with your little friends rather than do your job.”
You lifted your head from your book, “I know I’ve been gone a bit, but I always get the job done. I’m always there.”
“I know you are. But as a Crow you’re supposed to be at every meeting, every briefing. Just because you’re a child it does not give you a free pass to skip out on anything.”
“I’m not a child.”
“No? You run away from your responsibilities, the plan is as important as the mission. You should know the ins and outs, the layout of the area rather than running around aimlessly before finally finding a window to go through.”
“That’s was one time!”
“It’s not good enough. You’re not good enough.”
You slammed the book down on the table and rose from your seat, “I’m sorry if I’m not fucking perfect Kaz. But I’m human. We all make mistakes and you know that. There’s a reason you always make me go over every plan. You’re not subtle, having Inej bring me plans as ‘potential opportunities’ and asking for my opinion. I know she relays all the information to you. I’m fourteen not stupid.”
“It’s been a while since I heard that phrase.”
“Oh fuck you.”
“Y/n.”
You stopped in your tracks, you knew that tone, you’d heard it on countless heists and with it you knew not to mess around. You turned slowly and crossed your arms, “What?”
“Brick by Brick.”
You sighed, the words had been lost to you, having not said them in forever.
“Brick by Brick.”
“Those words are close to me. I do not take them lightly, they’re a promise, it will happen. Don’t make me regret telling you of my past if you’re slacking. If you’re slipping, if you can’t handle yourself you can’t handle this life. If you’d rather be an ordinary girl I can organise a wealthy family to adopt you. It wouldn’t be hard, you’re well educated, mannered even if you’ve shown a lack of them in the past few years. But if you want to continue, continue with the Crows then let me know right now. I cannot have someone lacking in focus and effort because they’re moping about change.”
“I want to be here, I do. And the phrase, means a lot to you I know. I know how hard it was for you to share your past with me and i’m grateful you did. It showed me so much more to you. You built all of this from the ground and as much as you’d never admit it, it means a lot to you. The Crows do. I’d never want to jeopardise all you’ve done. I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting and I promise to get my act together. I don’t remember much from my years before here. And I don’t want to. This is my life, I was made for this.”
“That’s the Y/n I know. Now, go over the plan before everyone arrives.”
You sat back down, “Brick by Brick.”
You looked up and grinned, “Brick by Brick.”
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inlovewithquotes · 1 year
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Jesper ran a finger up Wylan's forearm, and Wylan flushed a vibrant pink. Matthias couldn't help but sympathize with the boy. He knew what it was to be out of your depth, and he sometimes suspected they could forgo all of Kaz's planning and simply let Jesper and Nina flirt the entirety of Ketterdam into submission.
-Matthias Helver
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your-local-bookworm · 27 days
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I can't fix him. But he can fix me.
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ladymarvel27 · 11 months
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Matthias: Nothing in life is free. Nina: Love is free. Wylan: Knowledge is free. Jesper: Friendship is free. Inej: Self-respect is free. Kaz: Everything's free if you don't pay for it. The crows: ... Inej: Kaz, that's illegal- Wylan: No, let them finish!
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stardustsymphony · 10 months
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we always talk about kaz called-her-an-investment brekker and jespar kissed-the-wrong-guy fahey.
but why don't we talk about matthias called-her-a-disaster helver???!?!??! Like excuse me?? That's an insult to helnik sir!!???!
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coldheartxd · 8 days
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theo james, bisexual, male + he/him, tank «—◦—→ well met, lars kyarsgaard, the godling born child of boreas! it’s been thirty-five years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can they change the course of history with their determination, staunchness, and bravery? or will their need for solitude, brashness, and lack of trust in others hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!
GENERAL INFO.
name: lars kyarsgaard nicknames: L date of birth: january 20, 1989 age: thirty-five face claim: theo james godly parent: boreas
PHYSICAL / EDU.
height: 6'2 dominant hand: right hand education level: highschool, wood-working classes, carpentry workshops. occupation: rough trade, carpenter, huntsman
FAMILY.
parents: freya kyarsgaard (mother), boreas (father) siblings: none pets: a domesticated wolf, lovingly named tusk (deceased)
MISC.
astrological sign: capricorn sun, cancer moon, virgo rising positive traits: loyal, steadfast, committed, undeterred by most negative traits: callous, distant, 'coldhearted' quirks: loves to clench his jaw menacingly, serial knuckle cracker pet peeves: opulence, dramatics hobbies: woodworking, scrimshawing.
sexual orientation: bisexual sexual position: verse top (dominant)
clothing style: winter clothes, always has a jacket on, plain and simple. prominent features: the sheen of a scar near his left temple, salt and pepper hair.
what were they doing when they hear the song of their godling blood? lost in a thick, howling snowstorm that arose out of nowhere.
class: tank inspirations: matthias helver, six of crows
BIOGRAPHY.
the water hears and understands.
but the ice does not forgive. it never has. true ice, that of the north where he hails from, has always lacked any sense of real change. it melts from time to time, from season to season, yet it does not vanish, thawing only to frigid water that coalesces again to ice, to rime, to ice, to rime.
lars was born into a world that followed this logic in every way. things could change, yes, but only to a certain degree - like the forest of pine trees near his childhood home, making a dramatic show out of shedding its spindly leaves every few years. the smell of them, sharp and fresh, always perfumed the kitchen on days where he’d cook for his mother, eager to have a meal ready as soon as she returns from working in the fields. they lived off the land, respected it. pine needles, home-cooked meals, and four strong walls, that was his childhood. a simple life.
and it got simpler, happier, when he married helene.
darling helene, dearest helene, dead helene.
the ice does not forget. he has not forgotten. her story, though, does not warrant being told so simply. it deserves the delicate care she was never given by him.
after helene though, the cold truly set in. the beautiful north became barren, the snow became hard frost, and like snowflakes whisked away by an arctic wind, he gave himself over to the cold, surrendering his pain, his feelings. his heart. it is a long and treacherous winter that has him, and the snow doesn’t show any signs of stopping. the ice has entered his skin, has begun patterning out from his frozen heart in icy, lapis blooms.
it’s so terribly cold. it’s so terribly cold. it’s so terrible cold.
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