another cool thing is when you devour a book over the course of a handful of hours and it fucks you up and you just have to lie on the couch feeling like your brain went swimming for too long & only just came up from under the water. art is so good
fuck spotify forreal for taking away the little heart icon... i dont want to add songs to my creepy ass collection i want to like them i want to love them
I noted Mike Flanagan screamed "GAY RIGHTS! BI RIGHTS" on his way out Netflix's door, but he really did stick his head back in to say, "FUCK AI, FUCK BIG PHARMA, AND FUCK THE CAPITALISM THAT PROPS THEM UP" as well didn't he?
Then she caught sight of someone from across the room. Time seemed to freeze for one, perfect second and Alina's vision tunneled. Zoya Nazyalensky was dressed in a shimmering white dress, her head tilted back in laughter as she lounged on a couch with her legs thrown over Nikolai's lap. A crown of flowers rested on the dark waves of her hair.
for this zoyalina fic by the lovely @wafflesandkruge 💕
Genya's POV of getting to know Alina at the Little Palace, leading up to a decision that will change her whole life.
genyalina fic for the @grishaversebigbang event!!
read on ao3 here
thank you so much to the three wonderful etherealki who created incredible art for this fic: @calicoquinn (art here), @idkchatie (art here), and @0marm-alade0 (art here)!!!!
Summary: Genya's POV of getting to know Alina at the Little Palace, leading up to a decision that will change her whole life.
snippet under the cut!! canon divergent, fluffy pining, canon-typical references to genya being sexually assaulted and manipulated
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Genya knocks on the door - once, then twice. No response. She knocks harder. Saints damn it, is this girl in a coma?
The person inside mumbles something Genya can’t quite hear. It sounds hostile, frustrated maybe. She doesn’t give up, though. She is not going to let this girl - Alina Starkov, the Sun Summoner, apparently - be late for her presentation to the King. No way. She is not going to take the fall for some girl who can’t wake up early.
After a solid minute of knocking on the door, the person inside (presumably Alina) calls out, “All right! I’m coming!”
She stops, relieved.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t have time for this,” Genya snaps. “Open. Now!”
The door swings open, revealing a girl in a nightgown. She looks about Genya’s age, and absolutely filthy. Immediately she sees why the Darkling had sent her. Sun Summoner or not, she can’t be presented to the royal family like this.
Looking Alina up and down, she sweeps past and into the room. “All Saints. Have you even bathed? And what happened to your face?”
She swears she doesn’t mean to be so critical constantly. It’s just a habit.
Alina flushes, and her hand goes to the bruise on her cheek Genya had pointed out. Now she’s closer, Genya can tell that the illustrious Sun Summoner is covered with blood and dirt, and she smells of horse shit. Saints. If she’s Ravka’s last hope, then Ravka has no hope.
She turns to look at the group of women who had been assigned to her this morning. “Draw a bath. A hot one,” is her first instruction, then, thinking out loud: “I’ll need my kit.” This isn’t the normal Tailoring she does - this will need a bit more effort than just getting rid of a single wart on the Queen’s face. Another thought occurs to her (it should be obvious given she’s just demanded Alina be bathed, but she wouldn’t trust any of these people to find their way out of a paper bag), and she instructs her team, “And get her out of those clothes.”
As Genya pulls bits and pieces out of her pockets, setting them on the dresser, the servants descend on the poor Sun Summoner, practically dragging her towards the bathtub and ripping her clothes off. It’s a reminder that having status doesn’t necessarily mean palace life becomes any less vicious. Not that she needs that particular reminder.
Alina fights back, batting away everyone’s hands. So dramatic. Genya almost has to admire it. Or she would, if she wasn’t in such a damned hurry.
The servants redouble their efforts.
“Hold her down if you have to,” she says under her breath, rolling her eyes at the melodrama of what’s unfolding in front of her. The servants don’t hear her, but Alina does, and her eyes widen. Damn. Genya hadn’t been serious.
“Stop!” she shouts, backing away from the servants. “What is going on?”
She looks at Genya. Everyone’s looking at Genya, even the servants, debating the chain of command; does the Sun Summoner outrank Genya? Whose orders do they follow?
“Who are you?”
Genya sighs deeply. “I don’t have ti-”
“Make time!” she demands. “I’ve covered almost two hundred miles on horseback. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a week, and I’ve nearly been killed twice. So before I do anything else, you’re going to have to tell me who you are and why it’s so very important that you get my clothes off.”
Well.
When she puts it like that, it sounds almost reasonable.
(And it’s irrelevant that this filthy, blood-coated girl actually looks really quite pretty now.)
She takes a deep breath. Composes herself. Pretty or not, it doesn’t matter; she doubts the King will share her judgement. “My name is Genya. In less than an hour, you will be presented to the King and it is my job to make you look presentable.”
Alina deflates. All the fight goes out of her, and she just looks shocked and faintly terrified. Frankly, Genya can’t blame her. “Oh.”
“Once again she had let herself forget reality and believe that she belonged by Alina’s side.”
This is for the beautiful fic “golden (like daylight)” by @mayhemwrites about Alina and Genya running away together for the @grishaversebigbang! The fic is amazing and all the other accompanying art is stunning, definitely go check them out!!
'...Alina sighs again. “Fine. Do it.”/Genya beams. She hadn’t expected it to be that easy. “Thank you.”/It’s genuine, not sarcastic, though Genya’s feeling more than a little frustrated at the wasted time. Alina could so easily have made it a lot more difficult for her, but she hadn’t. Out of compassion? Insecurity? Pragmatism? Genya has no idea and she doesn’t particularly care...'
Art inspired by 'golden (like daylight)' by @mayhemwrites as part of the @grishaversebigbang's Big Bang!
“take me with you,” she blurts out.
once she’s said it, she knows she means it more than anything. she needs to leave this place, to get out and never look back.
teehee its @grishaversebigbang time!! i had SO much fun drawing this :3 this piece (and 2 gorgeous other ones!) accompany a wonderfully written genyalina fic 💞 links to all below :)
“fall from grace” inspired by alan stephens foster’s the fall
proof that i do make and post art that is not good omens related.
this is inspired from a scene in a campaign i’m in where my character, heath, gets possessed and attacks another party member, niko, played by @a-drewid.
it’s bittersweet to post this piece now because the end of this campaign is nigh. these characters mean so much to me, and it’s sad to see them go, but all good things must come to an end, i suppose. plus we’re almost immediately starting a new campaign so at least i’ll have a new guy to post about (if i can find the nerve to draw him).
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