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IVE BEEN READING THE KETTERDAM MAP WRONG IM GONNA SCREAM
You guys I have read these books like 30 times each over the past 3 years and I actively study the map for my analyses and my fics and I was just studying it to write the next chapter of Donโt Go Blindly Into The Dark and I just realised THE COMPASS IS AT AN ANGLE
SO THE TOP OF THE PAGE IS NOT NORTH
THE TOP OF THE PAGE IS NORTHWEST
Someone please tell me Iโm not the only one who misread this ๐ญ
I know this doesnโt have that much of an effect on describing locations in fics because yeah you are travelling North or South of your current location and yeah the names of the Staves just refer to which one is farther East and which one is farther West but still I was so caught off guard like now that Iโm thinking about the full world map it kinda makes sense but Iโd just been assuming that I was misinterpreting it because Kerch is a small country and Ketterdam is very tiny on the world map and you canโt see the land shape but NO Ketterdam does not in fact point directly North off the face of East face of Kerch at all it points at a weird angle
Okay idk if this makes sense hang on itโs time for some diagrams
So hereโs Kerch on the world map; we canโt actually see a lot of the shape of the Northern coastline and even on other versions of the map if we can see better itโs still super tiny so itโs not gonna be hyper detailed. This one actually bothers me anyway because it doesnโt look like Ketterdam in coastal but thatโs neither here nor there
I (and now youโll have to excuse my terrible drawing) was picturing it more like this:
But in actuality the diagram below is more accurate. I gave up on trying to draw the coastline because obvs the coastline above is completely off scale (btw the numbers are supposed to be where the harbours are) but Iโve drawn a circle where Ketterdam is and the arrow on Ketterdam points towards the top of the city map we have. But the top is the harbours and the True Sea and we canโt see that the coastline curls inwards like that, so I just assumed it was North and it never occurred to me to doubt that ๐ญ๐ฅฒ
So in summary I donโt know how to read maps and I just lost my mind drawing these trying to figure out what it looks like. Hope everyoneโs having a good day
#I donโt know why you guys needed to know this but here you go anyway#Kerch#six of crows#grishaverse#crooked kingdom#iโve lost my mind#leigh bardugo#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#wylan van eck#nina zenik#matthias helvar#what was Matthias quote?#he wanted to curse whatever mad hand decided to raise a city from a swamp and arrange it without order?#he mightโve been onto something#grisha trilogy#grisha#grishaverse map#map#fantasy map#world building#fantasy maps#fantasy world
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Leigh Bardugo: โYeah so this country is like old timey magical Russia and Siberia and somewhat a little tiny bit central Asian, so thatโs pretty cool. Weโll spend three books on this one country and culture.โ
Leigh Bardugo: โAnd this one isโฆ uhโฆ the rest of Asia. Except India!โ
Leigh Bardugo: โIndia is in this nomadic culture of people over here, or there, or over there. Also theyโre Romani too.โ
Leigh Bardugo: โYeah and up here is Scandinavia. Justโฆ all that. And Catholicism. Catholic Viking Nazis up here.โ
Leigh Bardugo: โAnd then hereโs New York/Amsterdam/London.โ
Leigh Bardugo: โAnd hereโs the frontier. Itโs the biggest country but all we know about it is some part has โthe frontierโ and there was maybe a war at some point and this is where all the black people come from.โ
Leigh Bardugo: โAnd of course we have the Colonies. Whose colonies? Dunno. Pineapple and mango come from there, but Iโm not gonna say itโs South/ Central American or Caribbean even tho itโฆ definitely is.โ
Leigh Bardugo: โAnd hereโs IreScotland!โ
#six of crows#soc#shadow and bone#No hate Iโve definitely developed worlds less lmao#This is just a joke#wesper#kanej#helnik#the grisha series#grisha trilogy#grishaverse#LB: but if I develop the world properly then how will a 16 y/o girl going thru a crisis make a detailed map of one of my countries??
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๐๐ฅ๐๐ฑ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ณ๐จ๐ฏ๐ - ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ค
โข summary: when aleksander finds himself falling for reader, he doesnโt know how to express it.
โข contains: aleksander x fem reader, complicated feelings, longing, self doubt, angst
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Aleksander felt a strange mixture of warmth and discomfort every time he looked at Y/N. Ever since she had arrived at the Little Palace, he had found himself noticing her in a way he had never noticed anyone before. It was annoying, how she seemed to always pop up in his mind when he least expected it.
He tried to ignore the feelings, telling himself that they were nothing important, just a fleeting attraction. He was the Darkling, after all, and he couldn't afford to be distracted by such petty feelings.
But no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the feeling lingered on, a constant presence in his mind that he couldn't quite shake off. He found himself thinking about her when he should have been focused on leading his armies or strategizing for their next move. He found himself watching her during council meetings, his eyes drawn to her figure and her sharp eyes.
He tried to convince himself that it was simply a matter of admiration. She was young and talented, after all, and it was natural to be impressed by her skills and potential. But somewhere inside him, he knew that there was something more to it. He found himself drawn to her in ways that were deeply disconcerting. He felt a magnetic pull towards her, a feeling of longing that he couldn't seem to shake.
And as the weeks went by, he found himself growing increasingly frustrated with his own feelings. He was the Darkling, leader of the Second Army, and the most powerful man in Ravka. He had to be above such frivolous emotions, above such unnecessary distractions. He couldn't risk letting emotion cloud his judgment, not when the fate of their war hung in the balance.
So he tried to push the feelings aside, to ignore the thoughts that kept bubbling up in his mind. He told himself that she was just a grisha, one of many under his command, and that she held no more importance to him than any other soldier of the Second Army.
But no matter how hard he tried to dismiss her from his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about her. He had never met anyone quite like her before, and her quiet determination and resilience were intoxicating.
He found himself noticing the little things about her - the way she spoke, the way she smiled, the way she carried herself. He admired her passion for learning and her quick mind, and he adored her loyalty and her honesty.
He often found himself drawn to watch her during training sessions, his eyes following her every movement as she moved with confidence and grace. He admired her skill and her dedication, and he found her infectious optimism a refreshing change from the constant seriousness that permeated the Palace and the Second Army as a whole.
And then there were the moments when they were alone. The times when their conversations grew longer and more intimate, when they shared secrets that they dared not tell anyone else. These were moments that he secretly cherished, moments where he felt closer to her than he had ever felt with anyone else.
He realized that this growing attraction to her was a liability. He was the Darkling, the general of Ravkan Army and the Second Army, the most powerful grisha in all of Ravka. And love is weakness. Love is a liability. Love is the worst possible thing to have in the middle of a war.
He found himself torn between his growing affection for her and his duty to his country and his army. He couldn't let himself be distracted by her, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew that love could lead to recklessness and careless decisions, and he couldn't have even the slightest hint of weakness in his character.
The more he tried to resist his feelings, the stronger they seemed to become. He found himself dreaming of her at night, imagining what it would be like to hold her in his arms and feel her soft skin against his.
He woke up in cold sweats, her name on his lips, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing control. He tried to convince himself that he was just lonely, that he was just missing human companionship, but he knew deep down that those were just excuses.
In his darkest moments, he could almost admit to himself that he was in love with her, that he was falling for her hard and fast. He had never felt this way about anyone, and it scared him to the core. He had always seen love as a weakness, and to feel it now, to feel it for her, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
And the thought of admitting his feelings, to himself and to her, felt like too much to bear. He couldn't imagine what she'd say, what she'd think of him, of the Darkling, the scariest and most notorious grisha general in all of Ravka. She would probably laugh in his face, or worse, she would look at him with disgust.
The truth was that he didn't deserve her. He was too dark, too filled with darkness and shadows that would surely taint her light. She was too innocent and pure to be dragged into his world of violence and darkness. And yet, despite all his logical thoughts and his rational mind, he couldn't help but feel drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.
As Aleksander watched her train, he felt his heart rate increase. He'd been feeling this way lately whenever he saw her, like he was some kind of lovesick schoolboy. It was ridiculous, and he hated it. He knew that the only way to combat it was to distance himself from her, to create a professional and distant relationship between them rather than the more affectionate bond they had now.
He took a deep breath and walked towards her, keeping his expression neutral. "Y/N." He said quietly, his voice betraying none of his tumultuous emotional state.
She was mid cheer when she turned to him, her hands slightly in the air from her celebrations before they dropped to her sides. โGeneral Kirigan.โ
He felt a familiar jolt of admiration at the sight of her cheerful smile and her gleaming eyes, but he quickly tamped it down. He couldn't let himself get distracted by her charms again, not when there was so much at stake.
"I was hoping to discuss some matters with you. Perhaps somewhere more private?" He said, gesturing towards the direction of his office. His voice was cool and composed, betraying none of the emotions that were raging inside him.
She tried not to show her confusion, but she couldnโt help but be a bit shocked in the slightest. โYeah, yeah. Did I do something, sir?โ
He shook his head slightly, his expression giving nothing away. "No, not at all.โ He assured her in a low and measured voice. "It's just a matter of some importance, and it's best discussed in private."
He gestured for her to follow as he turned and marched toward his office, his steps confident and steady. He could feel her eyes on his back, and it took everything in him to resist the urge to turn around and look at her. He wanted to watch the way her steps swayed and the way her hair bounced around her shoulders as she moved.
She hadnโt expected his steps to be so quick, and she found herself struggling a bit not to fall behind. During their short walk, she couldnโt help but try to come up with all different types of scenarios in her head.
He could sense her struggle to keep up, but he didn't slow down. He needed to get to his office quickly, before he lost his nerve and changed his mind about confronting her with his idea. As they approached the door to his office, he held out his hand to open the door, waving her in first.
She walked inside, a room that she had surprisingly never been in before. Her eyes scanned the small decorations, the hardwood of the desk, and small little hints of him that werenโt obvious to just a normal passing eye.
As he shut the door behind her and she looked around his office, he couldn't help but feel a wave of vulnerability wash over him. She was in his private space, surrounded by his things and his scent. The thought made him slightly tense, although he worked hard to hide it.
He crossed to his desk and stood behind it, leaning his hands against the edge of the desk and leaning forward slightly. His expression was neutral, his voice still level as he spoke. "I have a proposition for you, Y/N."
โA proposition, sir?โ She asked curiously, her brows ever so slightly furrowing.
He took a moment to collect his thoughts, trying to keep his mind from straying to the way her eyes crinkled when she frowned. "Yes. One that I think will benefit us both.โ He said, his tone still coolly professional.
โIโm listeningโฆโ
He studied her for a moment, taking in the sight of her standing in front of him, her expression slightly confused and curious. He knew he should have felt in control of the situation, like a man of power making a proposition to a subordinate. But instead, he felt uneasy, as if he was the one being offered something, as if he was the one who lacked power in this situation.
He took a deep breath, then spoke. "I've noticed your talent, Y/N. Your skill with amplifiers, your dedication..." He paused for a moment, before continuing in a low and measured voice. "You're valuable to the Second Army and to Ravka as a whole. And I have an offer that I think would be very beneficial to both of us."
As he spoke to her, he could feel his heart pounding against his chest, as his mind raced with thoughts of what he was about to propose. He couldn't let her see that he was nervous, though. He couldn't let her see that she affected him to such an extent.
He continued in that cool and measured tone, trying to keep his true feelings from seeping into his words. "I want you to become one of my personal grisha. A member of my elite guard, my person circle. The jobs are better, and you'll have access to other benefits as well."
Her eyes widened in surprise. โSir, Iโฆ thank you.โ She spoke softly, gratitude swimming within her blood.
He felt a pang of guilt at the way her eyes had widened, as if she felt grateful to be offered this. He quickly buried the feeling, reminding himself that he was doing this because it was practical, because it was tactical. He couldn't let her know that deep down, he was doing this because he wanted her nearby all the time.
"There are a few... conditions of acceptance.โ He added, his voice low and serious. "As expected.โ He added internally, mentally berating himself for being such a fool.
"You'll need to follow my orders without question, without hesitation, and with complete obedience.โ He continued, trying to ignore the growing lump in his throat.
โI expected as much, sir. I thank you for this opportunity.โ Her voice was soft, genuine. She couldnโt believe that she was even offered this.
His chest tightened at her response. He couldn't believe that she was actually accepting his proposition. A part of him yearned to tell her that there was a selfish reason behind the proposition, that it was partially for his own selfish desires, not just for the sake of Ravka. But he couldn't admit that. Not now. Not ever.
"You'll also need to be available whenever I need you. Be it for missions or for training or for other duties, you'll be at my side." His tone was firm as he spoke, his eyes never leaving hers.
โI understand.โ She gave the slightest nod.
He studied her closely, taking in the way her eyes held his gaze, the way her lips twitched ever so slightly as she nodded. He felt a strange, confusing mix of emotions welling up in his chest, but he quickly pushed them down. โThere's one more condition," he said, his voice dropping even lower.
Her head tilted slightly to the right. She had heard of a few soldiers being chosen for this, but never once heard of any more conditions than the ones he had already listed, and she couldnโt help but wonder why this seemed different.
He watched her carefully, waiting to see if she'd still be willing to accept with this final condition. He knew it was selfish, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't stop himself from wanting her by his side, from wanting her close, from wanting to keep her safe. He couldn't stop himself from wanting her for himself.
He wanted to say so much more. He wanted to tell her that he was doing this because he was selfish, because he didn't want to be distracted by his feelings. Because he wanted her beside him, always. That he was scared of the way she affected him, of the way his heart pounded when he saw her smile, of the way his chest felt tight whenever she was in danger. He wanted her there, safe and by his side, where he could hear her voice and see her face all the time. Where he could touch her, hold her, feel her warmth, smell her scent.
But he didn't say any of those things, of course. He couldn't. He was the Darkling, not some simpering, lovesick fool. He was the Darkling, feared and powerful, not some puppy who followed a girl around. He had to suppress all those feelings, no matter how much they felt like they were suffocating him.
"You will live in my wing from now on. You'll have your own room with a private bathroom, of course, but you're expected to be available to me day and night.โ He said, his tone firm and authoritative, but his heart was racing beneath his chest. He could feel the tension between them, thick and electric, and he knew he was crossing a line by suggesting this.
The thought of her moving out of her shared room with her friends saddened her a bit, but she knew that this was one of the greatest opportunities that rarely showed up. After a moment of processing, she nodded.
He watched her, his heart hammering against his chest. He couldn't believe he had actually said it, that he had actually asked her to move into his wing of the Little Palace. It was reckless and selfish and foolish and probably a thousand other negative words. He knew that he was only setting himself up for more heartache by making her constantly present in his life, but he couldn't resist the idea of her being there, within arm's reach at all times.
The first few days of her being part of his personal guard were a strange time for him. He found himself both elated and uneasy at the constant presence of her in his quarters. On one hand, he was over the moon about having her near him, in his space, seeing her every day. On the other hand, he found himself feeling more vulnerable and exposed than ever before. Being constantly alone with her, being constantly around her, made it harder and harder to keep his feelings hidden.
He found himself constantly battling with himself, trying to keep his interactions with her as strictly professional as possible. At the same time, he wanted to be closer to her, to touch her, to feel her hands on his arms as they trained. He found himself staring at her more often than he cared to admit, watching her every move with a growing longing in his heart.
During training, he found himself struggling to focus on anything other than her. He was grateful for the dark clothes that covered his body, as it allowed him to hide his reactions to her presence, to the sound of her voice, to the sight of her training. He found himself constantly reminding himself that he had to maintain a strictly professional relationship with her, even though every fiber of his being urged him to cross the line into something more.
Their training sessions became a sort of torture for him, as he watched her moving with incredible grace and accuracy, her movements sharp and precise. He found himself watching with fascination as she dodged and moved and attacked, his eyes following her movements with hunger and affection. But he couldn't let her see him looking at her that way, so he masked his adoration with a sharp command or a cold comment, pretending like he was just checking on her technique.
She, however, just felt like she was disappointing him. She was certain that given some more time, he would resent her and his decision to even give her such an opportunity. She worked hard, endlessly dawn to dusk, but still, she didnโt feel as if it were enough.
She backed up a few steps when the training session came to a close, fiddling with the straps of her specially made gloves that helped her powers reach further.
He watched her fiddling with her gloves, his eyes tracing the movements of her delicate fingers, his chest tightening with longing. He knew that she was talented and dedicated, and yet she doubted herself. He wanted to tell her that she was more than enough, that she had more than proven her worth to the Second Army. But he couldn't. He had to maintain his cold, impersonal demeanor, even though every fiber of his being wanted to pull her into his arms.
He took a deep breath, clearing his thoughts from his head before speaking. "You're improving." He said, his voice low and measured, even though he wanted to say so much more. He wanted to tell her he was impressed with her progress, that she was amazing, that she was perfect. But he couldn't. He could only give her a subtle compliment, hidden behind a mask of disinterested authority.
Her head slowly turned over to him, a slight sweat to her brow as her lips parted to take slow, measured breaths. โIโm by far the longest one to improve. Iโm failing, you can say it.โ
His heart dropped at her words. He could hear the doubt and insecurity in her voice, hear the way she tried to hide her vulnerabilities behind casual nonchalance, and he felt a deep urge to tell her that she was anything but a failure. He wanted to assure her that she was more talented and capable than most grisha he'd encountered, that she was a valuable asset to the Second Army. But again, he couldn't. He had to maintain his faรงade of cold detachment.
She undid the straps to the gloves and took them off by the fingers before clasping them both into a hand, looking down at them in thought.
He took a step forward, his voice low and measured. "You're too hard on yourself. You've improved quickly, but there's always room for improvement. Don't compare yourself to others, only compare yourself to your previous performance. You're improving, don't doubt that.โ
She glanced outside, noticing how it was getting dark. โI better rest, continue at dawn.โ
He watched as she looked outside, knowing she was right. It was getting dark, and they needed their rest to stay strong for their next mission. He felt a sharp pang of longing in his chest as she spoke of continuing in the morning, a longing to spend more time with her, to talk with her and be near her.
Her steps were slow and measured as she moved to walk past him and towards the exit of the room.
He watched her move past him, every step feeling like a blow to his heart. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to pull her back and hold her close, but he couldn't. He stood there, frozen, feeling like a man being torn apart.
As she reached the exit, he couldn't resist calling out to her, his voice a sharp and harsh command, though full of affection deep down. "Wait."
Her head snapped in his direction, a look of confusion etched on her features.
He took a deep breath, his mind racing with a mix of emotions, of longing and need and desire. He knew he shouldn't cross the line, but he wanted to feel her presence for just a moment more, even just for a minute. He took a step towards her, his expression still controlled, despite everything going on inside him. "Just... stay for a moment.โ He said, his voice softer than before, his heart pounding against his chest.
He watched her carefully, seeing the confusion in her eyes, but he saw underneath it, a glimpse of understanding, of the possibility that she felt the same way too. His heart hammered against his chest as he waited for her response, hoping beyond hope that she'd accept, that she'd stay with him, atleast for just one more moment.
โOkay.โ She whispered, letting her hands fall to her sides.
He felt a wave of relief wash over him at her small, soft word, "okay". Her quiet acceptance felt like a weight being lifted off his chest, and he felt a surge of emotions, a mix of relief, longing, and adoration. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to take her hand in his, to pull her closer and hold her tight. But he didn't. He stayed where he was, trying to keep his voice steady and calm.
"Come here.โ He said softly, gesturing for her to come closer to him. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to feel her presence, even if it was for just a moment longer.
Her brows furrowed but she took two small steps closer.
As she took those two small steps closer to him, he couldn't resist taking a step towards her as well, closing the gap between them slightly. He felt his heart pounding against his chest, his hands tightening into fists to stop himself from reaching out and pulling her into his arms. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off and let his emotions carry him.
"Closer.โ He whispered, his voice hushed and filled with longing. He wanted her closer, as close as possible, to feel her warmth and hear her soft breath and smell her sweet scent.
โSir, if I walk any closer weโll be pressed up together.โ She whispered.
His heart skipped a beat as she acknowledged the close distance they'd be standing at if she moved closer, his chest filling with longing and adoration. He wanted to feel her against him, to feel her heat against his own, but he couldn't. He knew he couldn't cross that line, even if he was desperate for it. "I know.โ He whispered, his voice filled with a mix of longing and restraint.
He wanted to say more, to tell her how much he wanted her closer, how much he yearned to touch her, to pull her into his arms and hold her tight. But he couldn't. He couldn't cross that line, not here, not now, not with her. But he couldn't resist a slight step towards her, closing the small gap between them a little bit more, his chest almost touching hers.
He felt her warmth, her presence, her breath brushing lightly against him, and it was all he could do to resist the overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer, to press his body against hers and feel her in his embrace. It was a torturous thing, standing this close to her, feeling her body so near his, having her so close.
His eyes flitted from hers to her lips, his thoughts filled with longing and need and desire. He felt a deep ache in his chest at the proximity and intensity of his feelings, of her presence. He wanted so badly to close the small remaining gap between them, to reach out and touch her, to feel her soft skin against his fingertips.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry and his mind clouded with yearning and desire. He was so close, so close to crossing that line, but he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. He took a small step back, trying to create some distance between them, but it was like trying to fight a raging inferno with a single drop of water. The flames of his need for her were too strong, too intense to be put out by something so trivial as a slight step back.
He felt as if he was teetering on the edge of a cliff, his heart pounding against his chest, yearning for the feel of her body against his, for the warmth of her skin and the softness of her breath. He wanted, no, he needed to reach out and touch her, to pull her into his arms and hold her tight, to feel her softness and warmth against him, to feel her breath mingling with his, to feel the beat of her heart against his chest and hear the soft sounds of her breathing.
He took a deep breath, composing himself and trying to push back the overwhelming feelings that threatened to consume him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to put his feelings aside and act as he should. He looked at her, his expression schooled back to his usual cold and detached mask, not letting her see the turmoil within him. "You may go, rest now. Tomorrow will be a tiring day." He said, his voice stern and distant.
Confusion and shock carried through her body in a tidal wave, he brought her so close to only dismiss her. She took another glance at him before making her exit, knowing better than to question the general.
He watched her leave, his heart aching and his mind racing with guilt and longing. He cursed himself internally for pushing her away, for being unable to suppress his emotions, for letting his longing for her take over his mind and cloud his judgment. He cursed himself for being weak, for being a coward, for not being able to be the General he was supposed to be and ignore the feelings that were slowly consuming him.
He stood there, alone in the room, feeling the weight of his loneliness and longing heavy on his shoulders. He wanted to go after her, to apologize and pull her back into his arms, to hold her close and confess his feelings. But he knew he couldn't, no, he wouldn't. He couldn't let himself be that weak, to let his emotions run wild and compromise his responsibilities, his duty, his role as the General of the Second Army.
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#aleksander morozova smut#aleksander morozova x reader#aleksander morozova#shadow and bone#grishaverse#grisha#shadow summoner#general kirigan smut#general kirigan x reader#general kirigan#the darkling x reader#the darkling smut#the darkling#marauder smut#remus lupin smut#marauders#harry potter#ben barnes#aleksander#aleksander morozova x you#the maraunders map#james & peter & remus & sirius#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#remus x reader#remus x sirius#remus x you#sirius x reader#sirius being sirius
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Alina Starkov Dark Aesthetic
#alina starkov#sun summoner#light#sankta alina#soldier#maps#ravka#little palace#the darkling#aleksander morozova#baghra morozova#cartographer#general kirigan#white stag#the lives of saints#malyen oretsev#grishaverse#the grisha trilogy#the grisha series#shadow summoner#shadow and bone#books#tv series#netflix#netflix shadow and bone#aeshetic#dark aesthetic#jessie mei li#leigh bardugo#netflix tv shows
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I love when books have maps.
#i just love maps#i stare at google maps as a hobby sometimes#Lily rereads Land of Stories#land of stories#the land of stories#the wishing spell#kotlc#kotlc unlocked#six of crows#grishaverse
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me before watching the s&b: it's imposible to make Alina more stupid, selfish and obsesed abaut Mal then she already is.
me after 10minuts in ep1: ... never mind
#anti Alina#anti Mal#anti shadow and bone#who thaught that burning the important maps would make Alina story better?#she just look worse#that were important maps of a place that was preparing revolution#if she was conspirating with zlatan#but she just didn't want to be without Mal#and for what?#she belived to be otkazat'sya#If Mal was atacked she woudn't be able to safe him anyway#she (unintentionally but still) sentenced most people on the skif to death( or at least the other cartograthers since they woudn't be thare#I hate Alina in every univers#grishaverse
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My level of shenanigans...
Working on the next story for Kanej Wensen, in which there will be a smidge of gang drama. For a while now, I have been frustrated by a lack of delineation for which gang's turf is where aside from some known quantities. And sooooooo... I spent an hour creating a map of Ketterdam with an overlay for where my headcanon for each gang's territory is at the start of Kanej Wensen...
I might be a bit insane.
Notes: in my canon, the Dregs absorbed the two smallest gangs post CK, and almost all of the Dime Lions territory. And Kaz has been growing the gang and their turf for two years.
This is the kind of stuff I stuck in the Wiki for my fics. https://archiveofourown.org/works/53762242
#absolute insanity#soc fandom#soc fanfic#headcanon#six of crows#crooked kingdom#grishaverse#fanfic ideas#maps#ketterdam#the barrel#gangs of the ketterdam#the dregs#razorgulls#black tips#liddies#harleys pointers#west stave rats#kaz brekker
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โWest side flower boat,โ
He heaved a flat of wild geraniums into the canal over the protests of the flower seller and grabbed the clothes Matthias had stashed there earlier that morning. He swept the red cloak around Inejโs shoulders in a rain of petals and blossoms as she continued to strap on her knives.
โThose were my motherโs favorite flower.โ
#another area on my soc animal crossing island that Iโm quite proud of#this island definitely isnโt map accurate itโs just a random assortment of my favorite scenes and places of importance from the books#six of crows#shadow and bone#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#kanej#grishaverse#crooked kingdom#acnh#animal crossing#kazscrows#kazscrows plays animal crossing#kazscrowsplaysac
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screw it imma write a six of crows modern au fic
#six of crows#grishaverse#shadow and bone#wesper#kanej#helnik#fanfic#six of crows fanfic#fanfiction#ao3fic#modern au#letโs sprinkle in some angst whilst weโre at it#iโll probably never finish it#but the thoughtโs there#itโs mind map time
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... As the maps they make in Transylvania cannot be compared to those created for the War Office*ย back home in England, I could not locate Castle Dracula on any of them. ... * ... Inย Draculaย this sentence reads: โI was not able to light on any map or work giving the exact locality of the Castle Dracula, as there are no maps of this country as yet to compare with our own Ordnance Survey maps.โ In fact, the military maps of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, including Transylvania, were highly detailed, but not available to the public.
Powers of Darkness: The Lost Version of Dracula (Bram Stoker, Valdimar รsmundsson, Hans Corneel De Roos)
Let that sink in.
Military maps at the end of 19th century were highly detailed- therefore it took a lot of time for them to be made-, and they were "not available to the public". If an army won't let even their own unauthorised citizens view them, how likely is it that their loss would be simply handwaved, especially in middle of a conflict?!
There should've been an inquiry. None of the cartographers present should've left the camp, hell, why weren't they immediately taken into custody?!
I've written it before, and I'll keep asking- if Alina has such awful issues being discriminated to the point, when she wasn't even fed, how the hell is she allowed anywhere near the skiff after this? Her unit should be no. 1 suspect in sabotage of war effort, she herself volunteered to "help" right after the deed was discovered... how does suddenly nobody suspect her of being a Shu spy?!
#history#maps#cartography#Shadow and Bone#grishanalyticritical#Alina Starkov#self centred and paranoid#Seeing Grishaverse in other works#01ร01: A Searing Burst of Light#Powers of Darkness: The Lost Version of Dracula#Bram Stoker#Valdimar รsmundsson#Hans Corneel De Roos#Makt Myrkranna#Powers of Darkness#books#quotes#V#anti S&B writers
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Avatar the Last Airbender, The Inheritance Cycle, and the Grishaverse
#grishaverse#shadow and bone#six of criws#the inheritance cycle#eragon#avatar#atla#avatar the last airbender#maps#books#bookish
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Random Word BPC
Day 13 - Fold
#random word bpc#shadow and bone#leigh bradugo#grishaverse#book maps#booklr#mypics#books#books and flowers#bookblr#read
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๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ! ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ <๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ง๐ณ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐
๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ข ๐๐จ ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐ข๐
๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐๐๐ง ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ. ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐
๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง! ๐ข ๐๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ฃ๐จ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐,
๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐!
๐ข ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ
๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ!
๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ:
๐๐ฅ๐๐ค๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ณ๐จ๐ฏ๐ - ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐
๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ - ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ
๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง - ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ/๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ
๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ค - ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ/๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ
๐ฃ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ - ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ/๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ
๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ? ๐ซ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐.
ยฉ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐๐
#marauders#the maraunders map#james & peter & remus & sirius#marauder smut#remus lupin smut#harry potter#remus lupin#remus x reader#remus x you#remus x sirius#aleksander morozova x you#aleksander morozova#shadow summoner#shadow and bone#grishaverse#marvel#the punisher#billy russo#sirius black#james potter#aleksander morozova smut#sirius black x y/n#sirius black smut#remus lupin x self insert#james potter x y/n#james potter smut#james potter x you#james potter x reader#remus lupin x y/n#remus lupin x you
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on a scale of maybe bullying is ok to side eye but i wouldn't question it how cringe is it to have six of crows fanart on my wall
#it would just be part of a bigger poster wall collage thing it's not that bad#the marauders map might be up there too...#six of crows#six of crows duology#crooked kingdom#grishaverse#soc#sab s2
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my favorite part about the grishaverse is that the geopolitics that the plot revolves around relies on the fact that these motherfuckers do not have a full map of the globe. they are flat earthers.
#like oh no we cant leave east ravka bc of the fold and the fjerdans and shu han. bro there has to be SOMETHING to the east.#this being said i never read the trilogy just soc. so maybe theres a vague explanation.#but i still think its so so funny.#like the way the world map were given centers kerch is so funny. merchant propaganda.#grishaverse#shadow and bone#bea.txt
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Books with maps are just so damn satisfying
#book blog#books#books and libraries#reading#booklr#books with maps#show me a new world for me to escape into#escapism#lord of the rings#wheel of time#game of thrones#grishaverse#priory of the orange tree#throne of glass#the hobbit
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