bia, 26

kazsimp:

Nina, unable to sleep: Bro ,what time is it?

Jesper: I don’t know, hand me Wylan’s flute

*jesper plays the flute*

Kaz: WHO THE FUCK PLAYS THE FLUTE AT 3AM?!?!

Jesper: It’s 3AM

baelonthebrave:

the original crows trio is amazing because jesper is so excitable and bubbly and inej has more heart than all of ketterdam put together and yet both of them have chosen as their favourite person a mean little guy with the temperament of a wet cat

katiegardhner:

For a long while, they stood there, hands clasped, looking out at the gray expanse of the sea.

red-hoods:

I’ve taken knives, bullets, and too many punches to count, all for a little piece of this town. This is the city I bled for. And if Ketterdam has taught me anything, it’s that you can always bleed a little more. (Merry Christmas @romildas!)

faheys:

Wanden olstrum end kendesorum. Isen ne bejstrum — The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.

dunyashas:

rietveld, jordie and rietveld, kaz. for @sixofcrowsnet heist: family

“ they’ve just gone out for a while, ” said jordie. […] no one came or went.

danwilds:

six of crows by leigh bardugo 

(insp)

saintley:

You shouldn’t make friends with crows.

longbottomneville:

She was a queen without mercy, a figure carved in ivory and amber. 

for @colmfahey, runner-up of the best mobile theme prize

vlctorvale:

@sixofcrowsnet heist:  backstory

There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken. No one knew who he was. No one knew where he came from. He’d become Kaz Brekker, cripple and confidence man, bastard of the Barrel.

kaezbrekker:

Some men were poets. Some were farmers. Some were rich merchers. Wylan could draw a perfect elevation. He’d made a drill that could cut through firsts glass from parts of a gate and scans he’d bits of jewelry. So what if he couldn’t read?

faheys:

“Shhh,” she whispered in Van Daal’s ear. She gave him a tiny jab in the side so that he could feel the point of her second dagger pressed against his kidney.

“Please,” he moaned, “I-”

“I like it when men beg,” she said, “But this isn’t the time for it.”

amjnyard:

Crows remember human faces. They remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. And the people who wrong them too. They don’t forget. They tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for.

shiroganesm:

My mother is Ketterdam. She birthed me in the harbor. And my father is profit. I honor him daily.

zeniik:

                                        no mourners.
                                                                                        no funerals.