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Finally got my sister to start Six of Crows today

another fandom member incoming

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Rip Inej you would have love Animal Crossing

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when the Crows play charades

Jesper: *does movie reel hand motion*

Inej: it's a movie!

Jesper: *nods, finger guns and pauses before holding up two fingers*

Wylan: two words?

Jesper: *another nod*

Jesper: *slowly flaps his arms up and down*

Kaz: *sarcastically* the idiot? 😒

Jesper, Inej, Nina and Wy: *glares*

Jesper: *resumes flapping motion:

Kaz: *under his breath: the geek

Nina: *sudden relazation* THE BIRDS?!

Jesper: yesss! you got it Nins

Matthias: *who has never played or heard of charades* no fair! Jesper was making hand signals to help her guess!

Everyone else: *wide eyed looks of concern*

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That one guy in "Odysseus": Old king, forgive us instead, so that no more blood is shed, let's have open arms instead

Odysseus:

*kills the dude*

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THE FRICK FRACKING MILO WANTED POSTER FLIPPING SLAYED ME

The crows are here 🪶

Shoutout to the five Six of Crows fan this fanart possibly reaches; Good books... Good books...

Please, enjoy my humble fanart offer... AND TALK TO ME ABOUT THEM!

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Art Student Kaz Brekker but instead of his projects being all dark and broody like everyone suspects it's just charcoal drawing of Inej and paintings of stacks of Kruge from different angles and everyone's just like "????"

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Six of Crows drinking game but instead of drinking its eating

Everytime a Crow eats you eat

Except you don't eat, my dog eats

My dog eats all the food and gets fat

oh

wait

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String of Fate AU where all the Crows can see their strings but the only two who tell each other about it are Kaz and Jes

Jes: whatchu doing there Kaz

Kaz: *looping his string into a noose* back up plan in case we don't get my Kruge

Jes:...

Jes: uhhhh

Jes: o k but I think you mean our Kruge

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awwww thank you 🥹

DAY 5: SPICE: Wesper

The kettle releases a unearthly high pitched scream and Jesper essentially leaps over the counter before it can be noticed by any one else. Stealth is absolutely neccessary if he is going to complete this mission unnoticed.

He sticks his head into the hallway for a moment, searching for any signs of life, left to right and back in quick succession. Glancing right is a pointless endeavour since the only room on that end is a dusty storage compartment that even he hasn't visited in his time here but better safe than sorry.

He ducks back into the safety of the kitchen, determined to finish the task quickly before Wylan notices that he hasn't been by to bother him for hours. (Something unheard of with Jesper's constant energy and need to make sure that his boyfriend didn't accidently blow himself up when he was distracted polishing his pistols)

Jesper taps his fingers impatiently on the counter, counting the seconds needlessly as there's a clock hanging on the wall not five feet away, but being off by even a second could result in a disaster.

When the minute finally inches its way to seven past six, he steps quickly toward the oven, reaching out to grab the handle, hissing when he singes his fingertips. The pains of being in a constant state of overeagerness.

With the door open, hands gripping potholders this time, Jesper carefully manuevers the pan off the rack and settles it on the counter beside the other steaming dishes.

His practicing with Marya must be paying off to some extent because everything he's made at least appears to be edible, a far cry from their first attempt when he'd pulled a charred black log of something that was once mixed ingredients out of the oven's depths.

He smiles at the memory, neither of them held any particular skill in the kitchen but the mutual need to have something distracting was enough to get them to take a shot at cooking and baking recipes from unused books while Wylan was off locked up in his lab trying to somehow make explosions more efficent.

"Jes?"

"In here," he calls back hurrying to pull a set of china plates from the cupboard.

Jesper stands beside the counter, busying his hands with transfering food from pots and pans to the plates, trying to make it look more appeatizing then it is, while he waits for Wylan to make the trek from the sunroom to the kitchen.

"What's all this."

He turns to see Wylan in the doorway, head tilted curiously like a puppy or maybe a kitten, goggles still in place holding back his curls, a smudge of indeterminate origins streaked over his left cheek, his one sleeve singed and flaking. Adorable.

"I made dinner."

Wylan blinks surprised, before asking, "this isn't going to be like New Years' is it?"

They both cringe at the memory, he'd tried to make everyone breakfast last New Years Day after they'd spent half the night drinking the alcohol Nina and Matthias had brought back from Ravka and a suspicious drink from home that Colm would only refer to as 'an old secret family recipe' that Jesper highly suspected was actually a special brew from old man Raken who used to live down the road aways.

It had been a bountiful feast of burnt toast, watery coffee, and scrambled eggs seasoned with salt, pepper, and the timeless addition of crunchy shells. The only thing that had managed to be unpoisoned was the bowl of apples he'd brought upon from the cellar.

Jesper swallowed nervously, "I sure hope not," he admitted.

Whatever reservations he had, Wylan still allowed him to lead him over table and place the plate before him.

He was tentive in his movements, not quite sure whether or not he wanted to risk it, but eventually he gave in. Jesper watched on as he led a slice of beef into his mouth.

Wylan paused, eyes widening, before continuing to chew. "I can't believe you made this."

Jesper beamed, proud he had finally beaten the odds against his ability to cook. He settled in his chair and cut off a sample for himself. Hmm. It was good.

They chatted in between bites. Wylan was finally making progress on what he called "Inferni in a can", the final product would be a miniture cannister, about the size of your thumb, that when set alight and thrown into the desired area, would cause a blast of fire that could burn down the space of a small building.

Jesper told him how he'd almost caught his pant leg on fire while he was cooking when he'd added a log to the flames and spark flew out and landed on the cuff, he showed the small hole it'd made before he'd managed to put it out.

Finally, the plates empty, save the last dregs of the sauce he'd made for the meat and potatoes, Jesper got up to grab the desert. Pumpkin bread and a frothy, buttery cream that he'd whipped up.

He cut them each a slice, regaling Wylan with a tale of how he'd run into a member of the Council at the store earlier (quite literally) and how the old man had been dragging himself along behind his wife like a petulant child who'd been denied chocolate muttering an exsasperated 'yes dear' everytime she'd added another thing to her list.

Wylan smiled and commented along the way, lifting the bread for a bite, when Jesper took the conversation over again.

He let out a cough, then another, soon becoming red face as his lungs tried to dispell whatever bacteria had invade their domain.

"Wy?"

"Water," he managed to choke out.

Jesper rushed to the pump over the sink, filling the glass until it overflowed and spilled on his shoes, before hurrying back.

Wylan grasped the cup desperately and brought it to his mouth, taking long gulps, draining it before he could finally breath again.

"What the hell is in that," he rasped pointing at the bread lying on his plate accused.

Jesper wrinkled his brow, "pumpkin, eggs, water, sugar, cinnamon-"

"What's in there that is so fucking spicy?"

Now Jesper was really confused, he'd followed the recipe, adding the ingredients and stirring and pooring and baking. "I don't..."

"Show me what you used."

He led him over to the counter where the dry ingredients still sat uniformly beside the sink.

Wylan picked up the containers one by one eventually stopping on the can of ground cinnamon. His shoulders began shaking and for a moment Jesper was truly afraid he'd upset him to the point of tears.

Wylan turned putting the can into the other man's hand, "Jesper what does this say."

Jesper held it up and read the label, "100% pure ground cayanne pep- oh-"

Wylan started laughing. The kind that start in your belly and bubble up until they overflow.

"I'm so so sorry Wy I didn't mean I mean I'd never-"

Wylan put a finger to his lips, "maybe next time read the label." He burst into another fit a giggles at that a held onto Jesper's shoulder for support.

When he finally calmed down, he took a small step closer, "if you wanted to spice things up, there are probably better ways then almost killing me."

Jesper blinked, before his mouth pulled itself into a small smirk, "oh, well I guess I could think of a few."

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For anyone wondering how Wy could even tell what the can said, I imagine he spent lot of time in the kitchen when he was little because of the similarities between cooking and chemistry and he knows most of the ingredients by the size and shape of their containers, in this case he knows that cinnamon is in a medium, square can as opposed to the medium, circular one that holds the actual spice like pepper and paprika. And Jesper just saw 'ground' and assumed it was the cinnamon instead of actually reading the label

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lmao forgot this gem

Kaz on the phone: we need you to come in

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Introvert Cryptid lover Kaz Brekker and Extroverted Cryptid lover Jesper Fahey bonding over their favorite conspiracy theories and obscure local legends

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I feel like the first time Jesper saw Kaz and Inej in the same room he just immediately went "ooooo you like her" and Kaz of course responds with "shutupnoidont" with a silly little blushy on his face and Jes is just like "uh huh that was real convincing babe"

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kanej HC that once their relationship is a little more developed kaz likes to hold her wrist so he can feel her pulse. it helps with flashbacks.

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kanej HC that once their relationship is a little more developed kaz likes to hold her wrist so he can feel her pulse. it helps with flashbacks.

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Nina: what if we kissed like lovers under the sacred ash tree in Djerholm 👉👈

Matthias: I'm not saying no but there is a very good chance we could be arrested

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Jesper has definitely worn one at least once

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rip nina zenik you would’ve had an insanely long duolingo streak