#Wylan van eck

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[dwyntwo]

My headcanon that isn't actually a headcanon because it's freaking dumb (but it made me laugh):

Jesper and Wylan have a guest room for Kaz that he can crash at whenever he wants, but he always refuses to and snaps at them to leave him be and stop mothering him.

They eventually do and one day, after months of Kaz refusing to spend a single night there, they let someone else sleep in it.

They wake up to someone prodding them in the middle of the night. It's Kaz looming over them and matter of factly asking why there's a stranger occupying his room. Jesper takes him by the scruff and kicks him out of the house.

[thesuntomyshadows]

Wylan: I'm going to the shop do you want anything?

Y/N: Mental stability.

Wylan: ...Would ice cream do?

Y/N: Yeah.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Wylan: Where are you going???

Jesper: to the bathroom

Wylan: You can’t leave me alone with her. This is exactly the kind of social situation I am not comfortable with!

Jesper: What kind of social situation are you comfortable with?

Wylan: 😐

Jesper: You’ll be fine!

Wylan: …

Jesper: Okay, you won’t, but I’ll be back in two minutes

[chartreuseorigami-fandoms]

I don’t have a favorite couple trope—

*chaotic bisexual + snarky gay with family trauma*

[ravkanbarrelcrow]

Wylan: "I forgot." Kaz: "Who forgets to disarm a bomb that could potentially explode the whole city?" Wylan: "Well, that's a stupid question. The answer is obviously me." Jesper: "To be fair, he was busy being threatened by you."

[imoe-fable]

My Wylan redsign! I gave him both brown and red hair.

[sixofcrowdaydreams]

WIP Wednesday Monday

Tagged by @jazzythursday

Lately, I've been trying to write some canon adjacent moments. This is one scene in a series of snippets about Wylan's experiences with reading over the years.

Warning for nausea and vomiting (non-graphic). Wylan is not having a good time.

Wylan is eleven years old and he’s not hungry. He should be, he thinks. It’s been hours since he emptied his stomach on the floor of the library this morning, nauseous from the physician’s latest tonic. Just a spoonful of the brown medicine taken after breakfast, but it tasted vile. Thick like tar, it clung to the back of his throat no matter how much water he drank to wash it away. He’s still nauseous.  Though he can’t tell if his stomach is upset or he’s gone so long without eating that he’s circled back around to feeling ill.  Wylan should feel grateful, he supposes, that the physician’s latest attempt to cure his deficiency also dulls his appetite. There’s no plate in front of him. A hardbound book lays innocently on the rich hardwood of the dining table in front of him. All he has to do is read, then he can eat dinner. He makes the mistake of looking up enough for the letters to wiggle across the leather cover. His stomach rolls.  Ghezen rewards those who work hard, his father always says. That’s why their family has been blessed generation after generation. To his father’s disdain, Wylan, lazy and stupid, hasn’t honored Ghezen.  He tries to imagine the God of Commerce personally withholding his dinner, hands shaped like the Church of Barter wagging a massive finger in his direction. It’s hardly a punishment. Not when he feels like this. For lack of anything better to do, Wylan folds his hands in his lap, sits. Waits. Wills his stomach to stop twisting. He squeezes his eyes closed, but it doesn’t help.  At the head of the table his father eats. The room is silent, tense, only interrupted by the occasional clink of his fork and knife laid gently on the plate between bites.  Wylan calculates sums to distract himself. Multiplies by sevens as high as he can go. Seven times sixteen equals one hundred twelve. Seven times seventeen equals one hundred nineteen. Seven times–  His father scoffs, his disdain apparent. “You could at least make an attempt.”  Wylan opens his eyes, but doesn’t shake his head. He can’t without being ill.  “I don’t feel well.” The anger in his father’s eyes burns, he doesn’t care if Wylan’s stomach is as weak as his mind. The fact that no effort, no attempt has been made the entire meal, is a far worse sin than academic incompetence. “You aren’t allowed to leave until you open that book, Wylan.” Dutifully, he does. Then, promptly heaves onto the carpet.  Wylan barely hears the clatter as his father drops his utensils in disgust and walks out of the room, dinner unfinished.  When he stops retching his mouth burns with acid and his stomach feels no better. Wylan waits another few minutes, long enough to apologize to the staff, then leaves too.  The next evening he’s allowed to skip dining and sit in his room. It takes six more days before the physician gives him a new tonic. 

Tagging (but no pressure) @nerdlingmerchling @oneofthewednesdays @waterloou @hotpinkmurex

[jazzythursday]

WIP Wednesday Monday

Tagged by @sparrowmoth <3

This is part of a scene in chapter 4 of Heart Of The Country that I’m being very secretive about both because it has an OC in it that I don’t want to spoil and also because it has given me SO much trouble the last few months and is still in SUCH rough shape. But because I am a tease, apparently, here is a lil snippet:

“Knew each other?” Wylan finishes, chin tipping forwards. “I guessed.”

“We go way back,” Jesper settles on explaining. He gives Wylan’s hand a reassuring squeeze and shrugs. Wylan’s assumptions aren’t wrong, exactly, but they aren’t—it wasn’t like that, really. Not the way he’d probably assume. “We got into trouble together, as kids.”

“Oh, well that does sound like you, then,” Wylan says cheekily, and Jesper makes a sound of affront.

“Did he ever grow out of it?”

“Oh, not in the least.”

“I have no idea to what you could be referring to,” Jesper sniffs. “I’m a model citizen.”

Wylan draws a singular eyebrow upwards, levelling him with a dry look. “Please. Just last month, you convinced Marta that there was a ghost in the basement.”

“I didn’t think she’d believe me! Besides, she didn’t really quit. And anyway—who’s to say there isn’t? That house is old as all Saints and their descendants twice over. Who knows what’s crawling around under there.”

“Kaz, most likely.”

Jesper laughs, thoroughly amused, and Wylan gives him a pleased smile. “So, you two were proper little menaces then?”

Tagging (but no pressure) @kezzzx @sixofcrowdaydreams @oneofthewednesdays @waterloou @tinyarmedtrex

[lovesickbugs]

girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever

[maybemacdc]

kazzle dazzle

[jazzkrebber]

rip shadow and bone. we would have loved to see dark alina. we would have loved to see matthias finally get out of jail. we would have loved to see kaz learn to love. we would have loved to see zoyalai on screen. we would have loved to see wylan's story. we would have loved to see the ice court heist. we would have loved to see colm fahey. we would have loved to meet kuweii. we would have loved to see jesper get over his gambling addiction. we would have loved to see matthias relearn all he knew for nina. we would have loved to see inej find her family again. we would have loved to see mal find out what life is like without alina. we would have loved to see nina learn to live for herself, instead of her country.

we would have loved to see more of the characters we all know and love.

[kayadraws]

4 tickets for Barbie, please.

[daisybrekker]

All of the Crows addressing the cancellation🥲

(Note: Currently I don't have Danielle's post as she has deactivated/deleted her insta, but if she posts something I'll edit this post and add it in)

[lunarthecorvus]

The six of crows spin-off doesn't belong to kings (netflix) it belongs to bastards (us)