good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
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good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
“After all their mad escapes and close calls, he’d started to believe the six of them were somehow charmed, that his guns, Kaz’s brains, Nina’s wit, Inej’s talent, Wylan’s ingenuity, and Matthias’ strength had made them somehow untouchable.”
Remake of my very first SOC fanart. Do not repost anywhere.
Helnik + sexual tension
“Sleep is a luxury at Hellgate. It’s a danger. But when I slept, I dreamed of you.”
Her head snapped up.
“That’s right,” he said. “Every time I closed my eyes.”
“What happened in the dreams?” she asked, eager for an answer, but fearing it, too.
“Horrible things. The worst kinds of torture. You drowned me slowly. You burned my heart from my chest. You blinded me.”
“I was a monster.”
“A monster, a maiden, a sylph of the ice. You kissed me, whispered stories in my ear. You sang to me and held me as I slept. Your laugh chased me into waking.”
“You always hated my laugh.”
“I loved your laugh, Nina. And your fierce warrior’s heart. I might have loved you, too.”
Might have. Once. Before she had betrayed him. Those words carved an ache into her chest.
She knew she shouldn’t speak, but she couldn’t help herself. “And what did you do, Matthias? What did you do to me in your dreams?”
The ship listed gently. The lanterns swayed. His eyes were blue fire. “Everything,” he said, as he turned to go. “Everything.”
SIX OF CROWS, CHAPTER 14
is this nOT WHAT HAP-
You’ll never have to grow that damned Drüskelle beard.
Nina: *exists* Matthias: (。♥‿♥。)
[Nina] grabbed Kaz’s arm through his cloak and felt his muscles tense. “You have to stop this.” “Let go of me, Nina.” His gravel-rough voice was low, but she sensed real menace in it. She dropped her hand.
— SIX OF CROWS by Leigh Bardugo
𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 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.
What if Djel’s hand raised the waters the night of the wrathful storm that wrecked the druskelle ship and bound Matthias and Nina together?
for if the modern mind is whimsical and discursive, the classical mind is narrow, unhesitating, relentless. it is not a quality of intelligence that one encounters frequently these days. but though I can digress with the best of them, i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.
MAKE ME CHOOSE — @veturius asked andrew minyard or victor vale
Andrew ignored him, but Neil didn’t mind. He was content for now to look, arms folded over the back of his seat and chin propped on a forearm. He didn’t know what he was looking for. Andrew looked as he always had, and Neil knew his face as well as he knew every iteration of his own. Despite that, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunlight streaming through the window, making Andrew’s pale hair shine brighter and his hazel eyes seem almost gold. Whatever it was, it was disorienting.