#kkc simmon

[jenlizrose]

Felurian 🦋

[kkcincorrectquotes]

Elodin: How is everyone doing?

Wilem: Well I’m breathing

Elodin: Setting the bar pretty low huh?

Simmon: Well it’s better than Kvothe anyways

Kvothe: [having a panic attack] honestly fuck you

[bookcub]

Auri: “She knew the true shape of the world. All else was shadow and the sound of distant drums.”

Simmon: "Am I your touchstone or not? This is going to get tedious if I have to tell you everything three times before you listen.”

[incorrect-kkc-theories]

The Scrael don’t simply look/feel like stone. They *are* stone; puppets that can only be created through the application of the True Name of Stone.

Let’s just say that Fela and Sim’s relationship ended .... poorly.

[imjustapoorwayfaringgeek]

a sketch of kvothe, simmon and wilem. gud friens

they need more happy times

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you are literally one of two people who made posts with a wilem x simmon tag in the kkc fandom

i am the other one

ship them harder, please

!!!!!!

[idiocracy-42]

Unhinged King Killer Chronicle theory: Kvothe accidentally killed Denna or blames himself for her death which is why he locked part of his name in the thrice locked box so that he could never access that amount of power ever again.

[incorrectkingkillerquotes]

“I’ll get up when the world stops being a cruel joke, which is never.”

-Simmon (after a bad date)

[kanchelsis]

i recently reread kingkiller and i couldn't stop thinking about this

[aidenwaites]

The flowery/nostalgic language Frankenstien uses to refer to Henry Clerval while telling his story vs the flower/nostalgic language Kvothe uses to refer to Simmon while telling his story

[jenlizrose]

Denna (King Killer Chronicles)

(I love this character so much, anyone who disagrees can apply to fight me.)

[kkcincorrectquotes]

[modern! kkc]

Wilem: You call yourself my family, but where were you when my post only got four upvotes, bro?

Simmon: Making four accounts, bro.

Wilem: Bro.

[bookcub]

Kilvin: "Chan Vaen edan Kote...Expect disaster every seven years."

Simmon: "Am I your touchstone or not? This is going to get tedious if I have to tell you everything three times before you listen.”

[cherrymagik]

Sovoy that’s gay

[trash-capable-of-sentience]

Kingkiller Chronicle Fic

This gift is for @twostepsfromtemerant who is my recipient for the KKC secret santa! This is ~900 words and is a modern au where the characters she asked for are at a taster day for a United World College to get their International Baccalaureate.

A Swede, German, Moroccan, and two Britons huddled around a table in awkward silence as all those around them started the teambuilding task: to build a tall structure out of raw spaghetti and marshmallows. The table next to them was already arguing because some boy in a purple blazer had been rude to a girl with a strawberry blonde pixie cut. It seemed that Induction Day was meant more to evaluate your peers than your classes.

After enduring the shouting from the adjacent table next to them for a few minutes, the Swede was getting annoyed. ‘Why are we quiet?’ Auri asked in lightly accented English. ‘We should say the names of us.’

The red-head to her left shifted slightly. While his head didn’t move, his green eyes darted from face to face of his tablemates. ‘My name is Kvothe,’ he said lowly.

Silence again.

Then-

‘I’m, uh, Simmon,’ the boy to Kvothe’s left babbled. A curl of sandy hair kept falling into his face so he had to keep raising a sweater paw to brush it away. ‘Sim for short, please.’ The sweater paw had, by now, graduated from brushing away hair to being chewed on.

The girl at the head of the table cleared her throat. ‘My name’s Fela,’ she continued, ‘and I’m taking the Design IB.’ She turned her head regally to the boy to her left sitting ramrod straight.

‘Tempi,’ was all he said.

‘Auri, and I like beautiful,’ Auri finished off.

The group fell back into silence.

‘Ten minutes, people!’ an administrator spoke into a staticky microphone at the front of the hall.

‘We should probably start,’ Fela said, reaching for the marshmallows and beginning to break them into smaller bits. ‘Who has ideas?’

Sim put his hand up eagerly and leaned forward to grab a pencil to draw on the sugar paper they were supposed to construct on. ‘We used to have to do this in Scouts all the time,’ he boasted. ‘My team always did a classic Eiffel and won.’ Fela snatched the pencil out of his hand and scoffed. ‘Layers of pyramids.’

‘But we don’t have enough spaghetti!’ Sim complained.

Kvothe leaned over Sims shoulder and drew a cross-section base. ‘How about,’ he began, ‘we build it up with the pyramids like a normal pyramid, then we do a little spire -’ he drew a long line coming from the centre ‘- just here.’ Not waiting for agreement, he began constructing the first mini-pyramid, double-layering the spaghetti. Tempi leaned forward to help him and the other three looked on as they made a cross three pyramids long on either side, finishing it off by connecting the points at the top with more spaghetti. ‘You joining us?’ Kvothe asked, leaning back to admire his and Tempi’s handiwork. Auri picked up her chair and carried it over to where Fela was sitting.

‘How are we doing the top?’ she asked. Fela picked up the pencil and sketched a rough outline of a square with reinforcements that ended in a pyramid with a tall spaghetti stick poking out at the top. As they began building it, Fela’s hijab came loose.

‘Merde!’ she swore. Pixie-cut girl from the next table over gave her a thumbs up.

‘Quel est le problem?’ Sim asked.

Fela stared at her marshmallow-covered hands in dismay, and that seemed to be enough of an answer.

‘We’re ready for the spire!’ Kvothe announced, signalling Auri to help him lift it. Together, they carefully placed it on top of the base.

‘That looks-’ Tempi began.

‘-precarious,’ Kvothe finished. ‘It really needs more work.’

Auri considered the spaghetti and marshmallow monstrosity in front of her.

‘One minute, guys!’

It really did look as if it were about to fall. The central marshmallow that the spire depended upon was entirely too small for the seven spaghetti ends in it.

‘Ten! Nine! Eight!’

Oh.

‘Seven! Six!’

Aur grabbed another piece of marshmallow and mushed it around the faulty one.

‘Three! Two! One! Step AWAY from the table!’

There was a great scraping of chairs as around a hundred people stood up to observe their structures. Auri, Sim, Kvothe, Fela, and Tempi’s stood at a metre tall and seemed to be stable - which was more than pixie girl’s team could say with their unsupported, spidering... creation.

‘Alright, people!’ the admin at the front spoke through a microphone. ‘We’re gonna take down your team names as we judge your structures, so be ready.

Team name? Sim mouthed. They didn’t have a team name yet; most of their time had been spent sitting awkwardly around the table.

Kvothe, on the other hand, nodded. ‘Arcanum,’ he declared. ‘That’s our team name.’

‘No. Adem,’ Tempi stated.

Fela looked between the two. ‘Votes for Arcanum?’ she asked, putting up her hand. Kvothe, Sim, and Auri put up their hands.

Sim grinned rakishly. ‘Sorry, Tempi, Arcanum it is.’

Auri played with her friendship bracelet beads. ‘Does that make us arcanists?’ she wondered aloud.

‘Team name?’ the admin said, appearing out of nowhere.

‘Arcanum,’ Fela chimed.

‘Arcanum...’ the admin murmured, looking at their structure and scribbling on his sheet. ‘We’ll announce the results at lunch, so you can go,’ he said absentmindedly.

As he walked away, the group fell into silence again. Auri cleared her throat. ‘Lunch together?’ she asked.

The Arcanum was looking forward to when they’d start school in September.

Might make a series on this. Modern!AU with everyone from different countries? YES

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Anyway shipping Wil and Sim because they're adorable