crooked world

“Tell her to get out, a voice inside him demanded. Beg her to stay.”

Dear miss Bardugo! Crooked Kingdom was all I wanted in the past year, I was literally obsessed with it! I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this duology; both books are so fantastic, I simply have no words to describe. Thank you for all these amazing characters, and especially for Kaz and Inej. I don’t think that I will be over these books any time soon.

the crows as history of the entire world i guess quotes

Kaz: now you can buy your way out of hell

Inej: you could make a religion out of this

Jesper: look at those guns

Wylan: ~it’s a star~

Matthias: the northern north

Nina: there’s no food yet, so I don’t care


(bonus Wylan @ Kuwei: evil virus of satan)

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@litladiesnetwork’s 3rd event: fictional woc in literature

↳ Inej Ghafa, Six of Crows

“But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”

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who run the world?
nina zenik

Nina had grieved for her loss of power, for the connection she’d felt to the living world. She’d resented this shadow gift. It had seemed like a sham, a punishment. But just as surely as life connected everything, so did death. It was that endless, fast-running river. She’d dipped her fingers into its current, held the eddy of its power in her hand. She was the Queen of Mourning, and in its depths, she would never drown.

finished percy! i think jason or reyna will be the next one i draw~

also, i have just about had it with anatomy. i can never get it right, i feel like all my doodles fall into uncanny valley

annabeth | piper | nico

Even’s world

Note: Okay so i’m not gonna lie I did ball my eyes out while writing this. - you were warned. 


Even’s fingers danced across Isak’s skin, his fingertips light as a feather gently tracing the outline of the purple bruised pattern in front of him.  He felt his body breaking under the touch of his world’s bruises. Of the pain he has created in front of him. 

Because that’s what he was. 

Isak was his world. 

And Even had ruined that, he had been careless, stupid in thinking that he could protect him from the darkness within him. The piece of him that always broke every single bright and good thing the universe blessed him with. 

Sometimes he thought the universe only gave him these things just to watch him go through the pain of destroying them himself. Of making them disintegrate under his touch. To burn near his presence. 

Even hurt everything

And then everything hated him. 

He shook, his breath shaky and uneven as he took a step back…it took him a moment to realise he was crying, breaking.
He felt his knees buckle, and he waited, waited for himself to crash into a thousand pieces on the ground, to fall apart and never return. To disappear. 

But it never happened. 

Instead he felt the world catch him. 

Felt the worlds arms wrap around him and hold him close. Their breathe right at his ear as the world whispered over and over again “it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault…It. Is. Not. Your. Fault.” 

The words caressed the scars wrapped around Evens heart and made the tears that fell soften into tiny droplets of hope.
He gazed up into his worlds eyes with an expression of pure despair, guilt and love. 

“I am sorry, I am- jesus Isak I knew it, I knew I would hurt you I-“ 

the soft hands of his world, upon his face, Isak’s cheek brushing against his, took all the words right out of him. They evaporated instantly, causing him to forget everything he was thinking as the world whispered right on his lips, 

“Don’t you dare be sorry” 

Isak rested his forehead against Evens as he gazed intently into his loves eyes 

“you never hurt me Even, you save me. Every time. Every damn time” 

Even felt himself inhale the words straight off of Isak’s lips, he felt them enter his body and materialise into a bright light that outshone the darkness and made him feel warm from the centre of his heart to the tips of his eyelashes. 

His arms consumed Isak and held onto his world for dear life. It became an instinct, pulling Isak close, close close, until he could feel, see, breathe nothing but the boy that took it away. The light that captivated everything awful and lonely and cruel in the world, and made Even see nothing but the bright green in his worlds eyes, the crooked tooth in his worlds smile and the warmth in his worlds kiss. 

Isak held him tight that night, and Even held him tighter. Their arms wrapped around each other, their legs intertwined. They lied on their sides, with their faces tucked against each others necks, chest against chest, heart upon heart. 

They slept holding everything they loved in their arms, whispering against each others skin every little thing they loved about the other.

Isak’s touch

Even’s laugh

The way Isak tells Even about every weird dream he has the moment he wakes up

The sound Even makes when Isak kisses the dimple in his cheek

How Isak dances to every song Even plays even if it’s one he hates-for Even he will try

How Even traces the beginning of a piece of art upon Isak’s skin when he can’t sleep, how he says that he doesn’t need a canvas when Isak is already a piece of art. 

How Isak made him believe that he’s not alone

How Even gave Isak a chance to show him. 

Even kissed every single edge and curve of Isak’s face until he was convinced that all he could see was love, not a single trace of the hate left. He let Isak’s body heat warm him and he melted under his worlds touch. He smiled when he felt Isak’s fingertips brush his hair and he whispered again in the night that he was sorry. 

Isak whispered back “say that one more time and I’m making you drink the mystery milk that has been there since we moved in” 

Even laughed and tackled Isak, until he was a writhing giggling mess beneath him.
“You wouldn’t dare” he said before kissing his world into oblivion. 

It was all and it was everything. 

He was everything. 

And he always will be. 

King of the Lost Boys - Anthony Ramos x Reader (Chapter 1)

Summary: Anthony, or Pan as he is known, is the leader of the messy gang of Lost Boys. He takes a particular interest that borders on feelings, and yet remember: love? He has never heard of it. 

Warnings: Alcohol! Swearing! Probably drugs! They’re Hoodlums™! 

Words: 6,451 (listen…kill me)

A/N: Day 3 of the Write-A-Thon already? Oh my goodness. So when I started this Peter Pan AU, I had no idea how it was going to go. Apparently, that meant this huge mess. This will be a three part series! Thank you to @hamilbye for letting me use her as a wonderful wingwoman in our story! Enjoy. 


The Lost Boys were a charming band of beautiful boys from the wrong side of town. They were the people your parents ushered you away from on the sidewalk, the boisterous laughs in the town square, the ones who spray-painted “the world is ours” on the water tower. They were the bad kids, the ones who smoked cigarettes when the lunch bell rang, the ones who barely made a celebrity appearance in class, and the ones who the students both idolized and feared. They called themselves the Lost Boys because that’s who they were: perpetually wandering the earth, purposeless, wild and free, made of ivy plants, cigarette smoke, sunshine, whiskey and worn leather jackets.

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