#( v. grisha )

[stromuprisahat]

Siege and Storm- Chapter 11 (Leigh Bardugo)

Good.

“A lack of gratitude is unbecoming in a servant. You should wear the jewels my husband gives you.”

The Tailor

They both deserve much worse.

“You ungrateful whore,” sneered the King. ... “She is a servant, Nikolai. I didn’t have to force her.”

Ruin and Rising- Chapter 7

#Grishaverse #S&S Chapter 11 #Queen Tatiana Lantsov #King Alexander III Lantsov #Nikolai Lantsov #grishanalyticritical #The Tailor #R&R Chapter 7 #Genya Safin #Siege and Storm #Grisha trilogy #V #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo

[krugecrow]

Kanej plague doctor au for @grishaversebigbang reverse minibang!!

Check out @nugget-hater ‘s fic Crotchety Remedies on AO3!! (Tumblr post)

#been meaning to draw this for ages!! love events like these for motivating my to do it >:) #ALSO THE FIC SLAPS GO READ IT!! #v interesting exploration between ozkatsya and Grisha doctors #gvbbrmb22 #gvbbrmb22creation #gang 7 #cawcaw #cawart #six of crows #Kaz brekker #Inej ghafa #kanej #grishaverse #art #artkaz #artinej #plague doctor #crotchety remedies

[bitchthefuck1]

The fact that Jesper is like. a mid-tier fabrikator at best is actually so important to me.

So much of this story centers around the fact that these people are not chosen ones, that they have no sacred destiny or otherworldly power, but that they're children doing the best they can in a system that doesn't care about them, and all they have are their wits and each other. Jesper isn't an especially gifted grisha, and he has no formal training, but he takes that teaspoon of unremarkable talent and applies it to a skill he spent years perfecting to make something even greater and wholly his own. He isn't special because he was born that way, he's special because he made himself special.

#i could literally talk about this forever #this also applies to every other character btw #but jesper is a great example #i love him so much #this is lowkey why i don't love all the meta ppl write about him going to the little palace to learn #also i think its super important to note that wylan doesn't encourage him to embrace his abilities to 'get more powerful' or whatever #he specifically wants him to do it because repressing that side of him is actively hurting him and he can't spend his life ignoring part of #who he is #wesper #jesper fahey #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc #six of crows meta #also like. the fact that he learned this not from an institution or a grisha specialist but from his mother. it's just v important to me #rip aditi hilli you were a real one

[jaeger-pups]

Who gave Zeke “the talk”? Grisha or Ksaver?

#fatherly context #I’m just wondering who discussed puberty w him #I don’t feel like grisha would’ve prioritized it v much #so my gut tells me ksaver #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #grisha jaeger #grisha yeager #tom ksaver

[tsareviich]

canon (non-grisha) verse*

(*pretty much for stuff within canon but like take away all stuff that wouldn't make since if you haven't read the books or seen the show)

idk the exact details but he's the ravkan crown prince doing crown princely stuff. just like no grisha. parents still want him to find a wife, make alliances. set around 1800s-ish?

#like i don't want anyone that doesn't know anything grisha to feel they can't interact #especially now that the show is dead #♕ ┊ v. tsesarevich ┊ ❛ the great hope of a dynasty ❜

[paddyfeet]

cont from x bc i couldn't help it when i read it again | @oakthcrn

He knew it was a cheap shot as soon as he'd ghosted his lips against her cheek. Of course it was. But it had worked, hadn't it? Sirius was late to coming to the Little Palace, his own abilities had hid for years. Always the elusive, always the surprising. Always the repressed. The abuse he'd suffered at his mother's hands made it difficult to be.. well, normal. If normal was such a thing.

" It might work, miss. " He grinned wickedly as her back was turned. Sirius watched her retreating form and he took a step to follow. Hesitation. Would she cut off his head? Certainly not, though he might have deserved it. Sheathing his own sword, he did finally follow her. His steps were light and full of amusement; hers seemed to be quite the opposite. For a split second, he wondered if maybe he shouldn't have done such a thing.. but the feeling was fleeting. No regrets filled his chest nor his mind. Taking chances and making a lot of happy mistakes was what Sirius excelled at.

" Lark, Lark, " he said a second time, his voice huskier, smoother, than the first mention of her name. " Wait up, I've got an apology. -- Or a second round if you weren't satisfied with the first. "

#v: little sunlight [ grisha verse ] #( LARKKKK I'M SOWWY ) #( no he's really not. at all. )

[feveredblurs]

@apaise​​​ | ( continued. )

elinor would be lying if she said there wasn’t a small part of her that enjoyed the terrified look on the soldiers’ faces. there was once a time where she resented the way people kept their distance, avoiding her eyes but keeping her name on their lips as they whispered behind her back. with years of practice, she’s learned to accept it as a sign of power.

yet, for all the times elinor has reveled in her solitude, she finds she’s come to enjoy having beth at her side. the princess, despite her timid air, did not shy away from her as others did. she was always graceful and sweet when addressing even the darkling – never fearing her dark armor or the blood on her hands.

elinor wishes she was half as brave and dared to show beth all of her. the idea of her toll of death and destruction proving too much for the princess makes her breath falter, weak when faced with the possibility of finally losing something she holds dear.

despite her resolve to steel her features around the crown’s army, they soften easily at beth’s quiet remark. she holds elinor in too high regard – it’s addictive and dangerous, the darkling realizes as she attempts to will the warmth in her chest to go away. never did she want to be seen so desperately, knowing it could cost her everything.

she almost points out beth is the only one to think it a loss, but deems it a disservice to the other’s kindness. elinor gives a smile and a grateful bow of her own head instead. what must the soldiers see when they watch them from afar? two dignitaries exchanging pleasantries? would they be able to spot elinor’s subtle fidgeting, suppressing the urge to take the princess’s hand in her own?

brows raise at the remark that follows, surprised beth mentioned the bluebirds. it had been an afternoon in equal parts lovely and terrifying, with elinor offering her a secret so close to her heart. no one knew of her birds, not even her father. it was something she had always believed she’d carry to her grave, a softness she was not allowed. yet beth didn’t even spare it a moment of judgment – and there’s nothing if not gentless in her features when elinor dares meet her eyes now.

“ – i miss them dearly as well, ” she confesses, voice low and tentative. “ they’re quite independent, but i do regret not being able to ask one of the maids to look after them. ” despite being otkazat'sya, harys could command fear into the royal staff as well as any grisha general. they’d tell him of anything they saw out of place – including elinor’s own behavior. she’s lucky she can pass her meetings with the princess as mere courtesy.

“ i may stay a few more weeks, depending on how everything goes. ” as far as everyone knows, the general is here to oversee operations regarding the recent fjerdan attacks on the northern border. her letters to her father will detail whether the search for the sun summoner has proved fruitful after hearing hushed reports of a nearby sighting.

“ and yourself, your highness? ” elinor turns the question to beth. “ i’m sure your sisters will be happy to see you, but the soldier camps may grow quite dull after a day or two. ” she reckons the princesses are allowed to leave their post based on status alone... but elinor finds herself selfishly wishing for stricter rules, if it allows her to accompany beth during her stay instead.

#apaise #i am not immune to the elibeth hyperfixation #brainrot for them always #it's just *chef's kiss* such a good flavor #elinor is so weak for her tho :||| not even subtle abt it smh #( thread ; elinor frey ) #( starter ; elinor frey ) #( v. grisha )

[heartsdefine]

primary muse starter call — accepting! ↳ @korolnichevoya

        Sankta Sigyn of the Staying Power, Lady of the Healing Hands, has not had a visitor like this in many years. She steps lightly, barefoot, through her garden of many flowers, pale yellow gown trailing in the grass. She does not acknowledge him at first, focusing instead on selecting several blossoms from an overflowing shrub before she turns to him at last.

        "Young Prince of Springtime." She reaches out a delicate hand to gently tuck a pale green tulip behind his ear. "Green, for new beginnings." A second, colorless tulip is offered then. "And white, for my condolences." Clear blue eyes study his face, the former King of Ravka, her expression curious. "Why have you come?"

#we can totally talk/plot something if necessary but i'm just #throwin sankta sigyn at you for now even tho idk what this is #maybe a last ditch effort to find a cure for the demon???????? #re; sigyn. ( the epitome of all things healing and good ) #ic; sigyn. #starters; sigyn. #v; sigyn grisha. ( sankta of the staying power ) #korolnichevoya #.01; korolnichevoya #int; sigyn & nikolai.

[barrelcrow]

{ ♠️ x @esotericdescent x}‌

What the hell had he been thinking? Had he been thinking at all? Probably not. It certainly didn't feel like it now that his heart was pounding painfully inside of his ribcage, and his lungs struggled to keep up with his panicked gasps. His hands were buried in his hair as he sat hunched against his bed, gloves still laying abandoned above on the blankets.

It had been a mix of curiosity and wanting to test his own powers. Heartrenders were capable of slowing one's heartbeat and altering moods. So it wasn't too far-fetched that, if he could do both at the same time and to himself, he might finally be able to overcome his own weaknesses. There was no room for weakness if you were one of the Darkling's oprichniki, after all.

He'd been practicing for a while now, spent hours controlling his own heartbeat until he could do it without much thought at all. Then he'd set his sights on controlling his own moods. That one had been a whole lot tougher and required several weeks before he felt confident enough. And Nina was the only one he felt comfortable enough around to try it out.

So, tonight was the night. Kaz hadn't told her, of course. This was between himself, his powers, and his weaknesses. He'd listened to her complain about something Baghra had done a few hours prior, and slowly peeled off his gloves while she was distracted. His heart had started to pound then, but it only took a couple of seconds to get it back under control. Then he'd reached out, had laid his hand on her arm. For a few moments nothing happened. There was a glimmer of hope, and he even grew bold enough to tighten his grip around her arm; but then it hit him, all at once. He'd let go of her as if she'd burned him, and seconds after slid off the bed to get as far away from her as possible.

"Leave." It was the only thing he could manage, besides a much quieter 'please' through gritted teeth.

#{ ♠️ x v; Full of the potential to do great good‚ and also great harm [GRISHA AU] x} #{ ♠️ x dyn; esotericdescent » Best Friends each secretly think of each other as sidekick [KAZ&NINA] x} #esotericdescent #👀👀👀

[criticalfai1ure]

how's pekka feel about his son?

wonderful question tbh!

pekka loves alby more than anything. i don't know that there is anything he literally would not do for him. he would, hypothetically, go so far as to see a young grisha and have her father killed so he can adopt her and raise her in ketterdam to stand at alby's side when pekka inevitably passes his crown on to his son.

#001 ( ❖ ) ─── study ( pekka rollins ). #004 ( ❖ ) ─── ( answered ). #pyreshe #it's less hypothetical and more me and alex🔥 deciding to give livvy Terrible father figures. #but at the same time. he loves livvy too. #not as much as his son but like. possibly as close as he'd be able to comparatively. #once again spiralling over the collection of grisha i have surrounded pekka with and i thank you v much for this! #seeliecourt #as a parent tho. like. i don't know what i wouldn't do for my kid and pekka embraces that to an extreme degree.

[esotericdescent]

@barrelcrow | starter from Inej - sun summoner grisha au

   It was nearing a month since Inej had opted to leave the followers of Sankta Alina. After the battle in the fold, as a part of the Sun Saint's use of the third amplifier, her power had seemingly bled out of her entirely and spread to bless those who were still alive and fighting along side her. Inej had been one of the few and, to say it had been an overwhelming experience to feel the same power that had inhabited a Saint would've been an understatement.

   Learning how to control and utilize her powers properly at the Little Palace had been the path Sankta Alina had walked herself, so Inej firmly believed that was what she ought to do as well—despite the protests of the group. She'd tried to convince them, but the words of The Apparat were far too ingrained into their minds and their beliefs. She couldn't force them see sense; she did notice not all of them dismissed her intentions so readily and she hoped that eventually they would follow in Inej's footsteps. Sankta Alina was not there to teach them and those who too had gained her power had no knowledge of how to control it either.

   The thing Inej hadn't expected was to have one who had been rumored for quite some time to have been close by the Darkling's side as one of her mentors. Several people refused to be trained by him, insisting that his intentions were along the same lines as the Darkling himself, or that he was secretly a part of those who called the Darkling the Starless Saint, who were rumored to think he deserved to be among the rest of them. While she'd initially been wary of him,—her reasoning likely clear enough with the large, scrawling sun tattoo that'd nearly encompassed her entire right arm—she did not refuse. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but ... Inej thought she could see in his eyes how much it hurt him to be spoken about in such a way.

   Originally, she'd been surprised that he was a combat instructor, given the cane and the limp—but Inej learned quickly that these things did not hinder his skill and proficiency. It was admirable and impressive and it was clear she had a great deal to learn from him. Inej made fast friends with Nina Zenik and learned that she and Kaz were close, like a brother and sister would be. Antagonistic, no doubt, but she could see the fierce care they held for one another underneath. She had asked Nina about him, and she'd told her some things, but ... she'd encouraged her to speak to him instead. Inej did not appreciate the look she'd given her along with the suggestion and she'd given Nina a playful jab with her elbow.

   She'd decided to seek him out on a day when she didn't have combat training with him—and she was pleasantly surprised to have found him in the library. It was quiet and peaceful and, maybe before she'd been encouraged to actually talk to Kaz, she'd done some of her own reading; however, much to her disappointment, Inej found very little. She spotted him easily enough, seated in a thick chair with a book in his lap, his expression intense and focused as it always seemed to be. She approached him silently, her movement purely instinct. She didn't have to think about being silent, she just was.

   ❝Kaz,❞ Inej began—and, with a tiny spark of delight, she realized she'd startled him. She tried very hard not to smile and averted her gaze downward, hands clasped behind her back. ❝I was hoping we could talk.❞

#barrelcrow #( IC; INEJ. ) #( T; THE DESTRUCTION OF THE FOLD. ) #( V; THE BLESSING OF SANKT ALINA ┊ GRISHA AU. ) #( THREAD 02. ┊ KAZ & INEJ; SEEKING TRUTHS. ) #( CH DYN; BARRELCROW ┊ The sun was out for once and for a moment Kaz was sure that there was magic in this world. ┊KAZ & INEJ GRISHA AU. ) #smtimes I get lengthy i'm sorry sdjfhf #I figure u already know this but u definitely don't have to match length <3 #I'm EXCITED abt this verse tho!!!!

[ada1r-arc]

@stcrmhund said ' bruises can say quite a lot. '

" have to be able to read them, though. " she speaks thoughtlessly, attention mainly fixed on healing the deep, dark bruises that are littering the other's skin. " i think these mean that you got your ass kicked. " her hand is gently placed on one of the largest, so wide she was honestly worried about internal bleeding. she's not a healer, normally, but it needed attention. wouldn't do for him to keel over. " how close am i? "

#stcrmhund #( v: grisha. ) #( queue. ) #thanks for this !!

[likcthestar]

starter for @appleyed

How many hours have been spent poring over images of flowers like these? Cress is mesmerized, enchanted. Illustrations cannot capture the way the sunlight diffuses on the petals, the verdant gleam of the leaves, the heady scent that makes Mistress Sybil’s perfume seem cheap and useless. More than that, the way they move in the wind together, a field of gently swaying colors.

Her chemise is likely ruined from the mud, but Cress doesn’t mind. If she expected to see anyone, she would be wearing something more substantial— she doesn’t even have shoes. Yet even as that thought occurs, she hears movement behind her, and rushes to her feet, flushed and stammering and disappointed.

“I’m sorry!” She says, reflexively. “I’m— i wasn’t going to touch them. Or, I mean, I was. But I didn’t know anyone would be here! I thought the garden was— empty. I’m sorry.”

#ic. #appleyed #v; the queen’s plague. #grisha verse :p but if you want to do something else that’s fine #the only thing I’d have to change is that she was looking at illustrations in books rather than digital media

[starsinshadows]

@masterwcrk is overdue a grishaverse starter for Clary...

The streets of Ketterdam were cold, damp and utterly miserable, as wasn't necessarily uncommon for the time of year, but Kaz's own misery seemed to almost drop the temperature around him. If looks could kill, he'd be leaving a trail of carnage in his wake, so it was only natural that nobody was getting in his way - save one. "Is that why you came? To insult me?"

#masterwcrk #⭐kaz brekker; interactions #⭐kaz brekker || greed bows to me - it is my servant and my lever [v. grisha]

[apaise]

❝you look radiant.❞ elinor @ beth

though the fête had begun only minutes ago, beth already feels like she needs to take a breather. the queen had spared no effort in decorating her youngest in the finest jewels, hoping they would help her timid daughter catch a worthy eye. yet under the array of gold and ruby and sapphire, beth feels like a pigeon trying to be a peacock, fooling no one, embarrassing herself.

she considers tiptoeing off to a corner to remove her earrings when hushed whispers capture her attention. she follows the eager gazes of baron orlov and his brother to the staircase, where elinor has just begun her descent. her train flows over the marble like a river of emerald and beth stands entranced, forgetting trivial matters of painful jewelry and pinching shoes. 

 beth hadn’t been sure elinor would attend the fête, her mother merely sniffing in indifference when beth softly inquired. she hadn’t dared hope afterwards, too sheepish to ask elinor herself -- surely the general is too busy with issues of war to attend the king’s ball. 

she’s never been happier to be wrong.

and she’s amazed to see elinor wearing something other than her kefta for once, never having the privilege before . . . except for one morning in kribirsk. beth had visited the darkling’s tent  unannounced, and she caught a glimpse of elinor still in her dressing robes. remembering that moment of unintended intimacy has her blushing again now, torn between admiring elinor’s beauty, and hiding her own diffidence.

before beth can move to approach her ( or melt into the background ), she’s surprised when elinor heads for her. with generals, princes, anyone of importance, beth’s never been significant enough for initial greetings, but somehow, elinor chose her.

 ❝ good evening, general frey, ❞ beth bows her head in respect, happy confusion no hinder to her etiquette. she would’ve complimented her after, but elinor’s quicker. she speaks her flattery with such a sincere kindness that for a moment beth almost feels transformed -- as if she’s wearing something truly beautiful rather than the garish taste of her disappointed mother. but then she remembers the reality, and gives a warm chuckle.

 ❝ thank you. i am my mother’s favorite doll, i’m afraid, ❞ beth murmurs in an amusement she believes they share. normally, she would never speak of her queen mother in this way, but -- gradually she’s found herself becoming bolder and bolder in elinor’s presence, merely hoping to make the general smile. 

❝ but you look breathtaking, general frey, ❞ beth asserts, and never have her words sounded more assured. there could be no doubt elinor looks magnificent, however, the dark green accentuating the fire in her hair, her eyes, her lips. the exposure of skin doesn’t serve to make her look more human, rather it renders her even more immortal for untouchable beauty.

❝ green was made for you.  ❞ 

#( me after reading the rowan one like WELL WHAT IF BETH WAS THERE.. ) #( HOPE THIS SCENARIO IS OKAY and i wasn't actually sure if elinor would head for beth first or make her way over to her eventually 8] #so lmk if it needs to be changed !! ) #feveredblurs #( c: beth ) #( v: grisha ) #( beth being a pigeon instead of a peacock...thank goodness elinor likes chiller birds lajsdf )

[conseille]

🎶 for vivrin!

as the steam rattles the lids from the stew pots, the tent’s swept in a vapor faintly smelling of coriander and pepper. if yerin squints, she can imagine they’re right back at the orphanage, tasked with cooking duty -- her blatant favorite of the chores. somehow, despite the formidable distraction, her cooking always tastes better when vivian is at her side. in their childhood, yerin liked to imagine it was because even the garlic and salt and ginger were charmed by vivian’s presence, puffing up fresher, straining for her attention in the dish. 

( yet as an adult, she comes to realize it’s simply she who’s yearning to be seen by vivian, even in things as inconsequential as cooking . )

yerin does feel terrible for having worsened the situation for vivian with sergeant lukin, however. she just couldn’t stay quiet when the sergeant was blaming vivian yet again for something she had nothing to do with. he always seemed determined to find some way to punish vivian, the soldier who could glide through tests of stealth and combat as easily as those who practiced thrice as long. 

he punished them both by sentencing them to kitchen duty, not realizing that was where yerin was bound anyway. but while she’s disheartened her words did nothing to acquit vivian  -- she should’ve known lukin would never listen to a soldier he doesn’t even remember -- it’s admittedly wonderful to spend time together like this too. 

leaning over to fix vivian’s loosening apron, yerin offers an apologetic smile. ❝ i’m sorry again for the trouble. ❞  although the happiness to have vivian here with her instead of training with her unit effaces some of the sincerity in the apology.  ❝ i suppose . . . ❞ 

❝ even someone like me wants to be your hero, ❞ yerin chuckles, sheepish at the thought of being the savior to someone as brave and brilliant and beautiful as vivian, yet meaning it nonetheless. she always wishes she could do more for her. 

#( me writing this like damn she really do be kinda alina coded calm down LKJSDLKFJASLKFJAKLSDJF F BUT ALSO ) #( MELA SUITS THEM REALLY WELL??? WANTING TO BE EACH OTHER'S HERO AND ALLEVIATE THE BURDEN ) #( crying because that song could go both ways T_T ) #( COULDN'T RESIST DOING SOLDIER THEM THERE'S SO MUCH LOVE THERE'S ALWAYS BEEN SO MUCH LOVE ) #heartsechoed #( v: grisha )