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blackrosesanddeath101 · 10 months

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Nina Zenik and Jesper Fahey turning Ketterdam to Ketterdamn ever since *insert date they came into Ketterdam*.

#grishaverse #six of crows #inej ghafa #kanej #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #jesper fahey #nina zenik #helnik #wesper #ketterdam #ketterdamn #the crow club #the dregs #six of crows duology #crooked kingdom #soc #wylan van eck #kazzle dazzle

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call-me-sunpaw · 1 year

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friendship goals tbh

#grishaverse #grishaverse memes #rule of wolves #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #the dregs #ketterdam

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lcvescountdown · 10 months

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#i found this on pinterest but credits to original owner <3 #six of crows #kaz brekker #the dregs #ketterdam #kerch #crooked kingdom #grishaverse #the crow club #inej ghafa #nina zenik #jesper fahey #netflix shadow and bone #sab netflix #meme #soc memes #books #reading #books and reading

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ravenyenn19 · 8 months

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So… can’t stop thinking about this head cannon I realized I have.

If Kaz and Inej have kids (whether adopted or biological)… I personally think that their son &/or daughter would be the Grishaverse embodiment of Indiana Jones/ Lara Croft.

Let me tell you why bc I’m not wrong:

The love of complex puzzles from Kaz & climbing/fighting of Inej.

Lara’s long hair??? Indy’s obsession with his hat??? Come on now.

The potential for 💰 in the antiquities hunting field/ the desire for financial freedom comes from Kaz HOWEVER the appreciation for culture & peoples from all over comes from Inej.

A Kanej child would ABSOLUTELY use a forking ice pick as a weapon like Lara??? (I feel less inclined on Indy’s whip but in a pinch they would be aces with it.)

The DESIRE TO TRAVEL THE WORLD COMES FROM MAMA ‘NEJ.

IMAGINE THE LOCK PICKING SKILLS THESE KIDS WOULD HAVE FROM DA???

The TRICK SHOTS WITH REVOLVERS FROM UNCLE JES?

THE PEOPLE SKILLS & LANGUAGE LESSONS FROM AUNTIE NEENS??

THE ABILITY TO CONSTRUCT/COMBINE THINGS IN A PINCH FOR EXPLOSIVE EFFECTS FROM UNCLE WY??

I’m right.

Validate me & I might write this along with my Alby Rollins 1920’s-esque Ketterdam fic. 👀👀

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mydarlingdearestdead · 2 years

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imagine van Ecks surprise when he found out his son, his sweet flute playing, dyslexic, genius son, wasn't only still living but had JOINED A GANG neverless the most infamous gang in ketterdam and is friends (if kaz has those) with the bastard of the barrell.

I'm surprised he didn't have a heart attack on the spot.

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siredtodeadgaywizards · 10 months

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Inej: Why crows, Kaz? You could’ve chosen a new symbol, built a new myth.

Kaz: Caw caw motherfuckers

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iriz-the-telepath · 6 days

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Kanej parent AU

imagine Inej and Kaz never really get past the major touch aversion thing but instead when Inej rescues kids off the slaver ships and they can’t be reunited with their parents she sends them back to Kaz and he has them looked after in Ketterdam to keep her happy (and to create the next generation of dregs but let’s just pretend Kaz wouldn’t have ulterior motives for once)

#kaz fucking brekker #kanej #ketterdam #kaz x inej #inej ghafa #six of crows #soc #parent au #captain ghafa #grishaverse #the dregs #kazzle dazzle #kaz brekker #kaz dirtyhands brekker #soc inej

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sidraofthewildflowers · 7 months

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

- Kaz Brekker

#I was in a six of crows mood ✨#kaz brekker #moodboard #six of crows #kaz brekker aesthetic #shadow and bone #leigh bargudo #the crows #six of crows aesthetic #mood board #ketterdam #the barrel #the dregs #soc #kazzle dazzle #dirty hands #the crow club #dark academia

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mollykflood · 1 year

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Binge read Six Of Crows over the weekend and couldn’t get this meme out of my head; had to redraw it with the Crows.

#art #fan art #fanart #six of crows #crooked kingdom #the dregs #kaz brekker #inej ghana #jesper fahey #nina zenik #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #meme #The crows #leigh bardugo #the slat #ketterdam #the barrel

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theseventhcrow007 · 1 year

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Poison Apple (Kaz Brekker x Reader)

This title will make sense later I promise lol.

HI GUYS >:D First oneshot on this website, inspired by my last post. Hope you enjoy <3

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 858

Warnings: Mild Language, Alcohol

Part 1/?

The club is crowded tonight. More crowded than usual, you’d noticed. Maybe it was because of the ambassadors that had been visiting. Maybe it was because of the news of the ambassador that had been assassinated earlier in the week. People had assumed a Grisha was potentially behind it, naturally; or so the rumors said. But then again, rumors in Ketterdam weren’t the most reliable sources.

But that wasn’t the reason you were here. Someone had been following you, and you were fairly sure you knew who it was, even if you couldn’t see her. Inej Ghafa, the Wraith. Why she was trailing you, you didn’t know but in your mind the best way to potentially find out why was to head to the Crow Club.

“What can I get’chya?” You looked up from your seat, to see the bartender. “Whiskey.” You replied curtly. The man nodded, fetching a small glass and filling it with whiskey before setting it in front of you. You muttered your thanks to the man and sipped from the glass. You scanned the room, looking for the Wraith, but there was no sign of her.

You were torn from your thoughts when the bartender set another drink in front of you. “I didn’t ask for this.” you said, clearly confused. The man gestured to the back of the room. You gave him a quizzical look before turning around.

A man wearing a hat and a long coat waved you over. “Who are you?” you asked. “Nobody you need to worry about love. The boss wants to see you.” He laughed at your clearly confused face. “And what the hell does the King of the Dregs want with me?” He shrugged. “Dunno. Didn’t ask.” Still smiling, he pointed to the stairs. “Up the stairs, third room to your left.” You nodded, but he stopped you before you headed up the stairs. “Oh, the name’s Jesper, by the way.”

“Jesper,” you repeated. “I’m y/n.” He tipped his hat towards you. “Pleasure to meet you.” As you headed up the stairs, a million things ran through your mind. That’s why the wraith was on your trail. But what did Brekker want with you? You’d been known as a skilled pickpocket, as well as being the brains behind many projects, but known well enough to get his attention? The Bastard of the Barrel. Dirtyhands himself had noticed you. You passed by each of the doors, until you found Brekker’s office.

Before you even got the chance to knock, a voice spoke from inside. “Come in.” His voice was even, commanding. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t disobey. Hesitantly, you opened the door. There he was, his back turned to you, staring out into the rainy evening. He turned around and spoke. “You must be y/n. Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. The first thing you noticed were his gloves. You’d always wondered what lay beneath them. Rumors were all you’d heard. Not human, pure evil.

You sat down, waiting for him to say something. “I’m assuming you’re wondering why you’re here.” He said. You nodded. “I’ve heard of you. Your skill set. You see, I’ve been hired for a job, and I’m in need of someone with your abilities. I’m willing to pay generously.” You furrowed your brows. “Why me?” He clasped his hands together. “Why not? Word gets around quickly in the barrel. You’re quick, efficient, willing to do what it takes.” He replied. “How do you know this?” You ask. The barest trace of a smile graced his lips. “I have my ways.”

The wraith, you realized. “How long have you been tracking me?” You asked. “Long enough.” Brekker looked over your shoulder. “Took you long enough.” You turned around, startled by the young Suli’s presence. “Saints.” you muttered. Inej frowned at that. She walked brusquely past you and handed something to him. They exchanged a few quiet words before the wraith left.

“So you want me to work for you. What’s the catch?” You asked. “There’ve been too many who have been disloyal. If you’re to accept this job, you’ll need to prove yourself.” He pulled an apple out of his pocket, and cut a slice, with a knife. Inej’s knife you realized. He handed you the dagger, with the apple stuck to the tip of it. “This knife may or may not contain poison on it. If you’ll choose to eat this, you’ll have the job, and an antidote, should there be poison. If not, forget we had this meeting and return to the 5th harbor.”

Reluctantly, you took the dagger from his gloved hand. You stared at the apple slice, and contemplated leaving then and there. You looked back to Kaz, who waited for you to make your decision. Finally, you bit the apple slice, chewed, and swallowed it. You set the knife back on the desk, waiting for convulsions, or something to happen, but nothing did. Kaz nodded, and pulled a vial out from a drawer in his desk, and pushed it towards you.

“There’s the antidote. Welcome to the Dregs.”

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thechaoticrow · 1 year

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for all kaz’s stuff about “he had conned men both good and bad” and “there was nothing, no sin he wouldn’t commit for the right price”, i like to believe the one thing he would never do is con a child. yes, he threatened the five-year-old, but that was when he had no other option. kaz brekker, with the R on his bicep for Rietveld and the voice of jordie’s ghost in his ear, would vow to never scam and swindle a child out of all they had like jacob hertzoon/ pekka rollins had him and his little brother. instead, he would find these children- these impoverished, back-alley children, just like he was- and recruit them into the Dregs. teach them how to fight and how to do business. and that’s how he built the dregs into a group loyal to him. by making sure no child became another jordie, no sibling another kaz rietveld.

#kaz brekker #crying over kaz again #sad kaz #kaz and jordie #kaz rietveld #jordie rietveld #grishaverse #six of crows #shadow and bone #ketterdam #the dregs #crows #crow club #it’s been a while since i’ve sadposted ab kaz #the schedule demanded i make you cry again

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doyouknowthis-grishaverse · 2 months

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#the dregs aren't an option #because i know you guys would just vote for them regardless #grishaverse #shadow and bone #my polls #fandom polls #grishaverse polls #crooked kingdom #six of crows #six of crows duology #soc #ketterdam

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call-me-sunpaw · 1 year

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#grishaverse #grishaverse memes #crooked kingdom #rule of wolves #six of crows #soc memes #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #inej ghafa #soc inej #soc matthias #soc duology #matthias helvar #nina zenik #the dregs #ketterdam #grisha

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agent-tempest · 6 months

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ravenyenn19 · 10 months

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Six of Crows future head cannon:

Alby Rollins joins the Dregs.

Picture it: 1920’s-esque Ketterdam, 10 years post Sweet Reef/ Ice Court. Slick Rolls Royce cars line the cobbled streets, a city spiraling toward a new age. Rain drenches the obscure signs & hidden arrows pointing to the Speak-Easy halls. In a time of prohibition… down, down, down must one go in the Barrel to find the most notorious of them all. A slice of sin, six feet under. A crowd drunk off vice served in black tea cups.

The young man walks into Kaz Brekker’s office (after fighting his way there), sits himself in a chair opposite a great obsidian desk. Winded & lip still bleeding from his tousle with the men at the doors, Alby wheezes: “Teach me.”

In turn, A near 30 year old Kaz smirks. “I thought lions preferred their pride.”

Alby, barely pushing 17, gives a smile of a golden boy, nervous but strong enough to hold the gaze of a devil. (He’s practiced.) “I thought Crows scavengers. Here I am, a shine for the taking.”

“Still have that crow, little lion?” A feminine shadow whispers from the corner. Unnoticed by the young man previously, he clicks his teeth but still refuses to show fear. A serpent-like bead of sweat slides down his spine, a shiver chasing after. He holds firm, biting his cheek to hide the startle.

He knows this shadow, this phantom. She haunted him, once.

“I buried it with my father,” the Kaelish prince whispers, “or rather, in place of him. Never did find a body. Pity.” He shrugs.

Kaz’s eyes glint like a cat’s, his smile a loaded gun. A gloved hand stretches halfway across the table in offering. “All right, cub. What do you want?”

Alby reaches forward, feeling the cold black leather of Dirtyhands’ grip between his fingers. The moment is a stormy crossroads, a whip between his shoulders reminiscent of his father’s favorite belt. He smiles, for this is a pain Alby has been walking toward since the day he woke up clutching stuffed black feathers.

(His blood never did bleed emerald.)

More than one answer to Kaz’s stinging question come to mind, nettles along the path of his thoughts. Yet, only one pricks Alby into speaking, the rage in his voice real rather than bravado. “Revenge.”

The Wraith giggles roughly, slipping herself to the arm of Kaz’s chair on silent feet. Alby swallows.

“On me?” The leader of the Dregs rasps, a brow peaked with amusement. His wife smiles with closed lips, knives glinting along her body like hungry specters. For here, her teeth are shown. Alby knows she Captain’s a fleet of the deadliest ships in the True Sea. He drags his gaze from her quickly.

“No.” Alby stutters, but he does not lie. Kaz Brekker bested his abusive father, and he does not care about Pekka’s death. In fact, sitting with the suspected murderers, Alby finds he rather prefers their company.

Kaz reclines in his chair, a hand lazily splayed on Captain Ghafa’s knee. He regards Alby with black eyes, a sharpness that pierces through his strength but doesn’t shatter it. A blade meant to probe. A test of mettle. Alby has waited too long for this audience, he cannot lose it. A moment passes.

Dirtyhands looks to his wife, his Wraith. She quirks her head in the silent exchange. Six heart beats have passed, and Alby Rollins is certain he won’t leave this room. He waits for the snap of a cane to bank his vision, a warm blanket of red to cover him from the jugular down.

He waits for death, but does not invite it. It does not come.

Instead, a voice like choking smoke, “Then let us begin.”

Alby Rollins releases a breath. His knuckles loosen in parts. A tattooist is called in.

The Crow & Cup bleeds as it settles, accepting the fresh skin as it’s master’s tithe.

Alby sits taller, a prince of a different kind, a darker throne.

I don’t make the rules but this is now my personal agenda & important that u agree

Crap now I have to put it in a fic

Should I do it?

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shadowsingerofnight · 2 years

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I know it’s universally accepted in the six of crows fandom that kaz drinks his coffee pitch black and while I do think that’s true I feel like he does it strictly for the caffeine boost

I just know there’s a place in ketterdam where he goes to order a double mocha, chai, latte (I don’t really know what I’m saying but I mean those american, starbucks monstrosities full of cream, syrup, sugar and what not) and that place is definitely receiving a generous monthly payment from the dregs to keep it quiet

He tells himself that it’s because the sugar gives him energy too but he’s really just in denial ‘cause it doesn’t match his aesthetic

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