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#CORPSERALKI : a private & selective writing blog featuring NINA ZENIK OF THE GRISHAVERSE . portrayal is drawn from the books , as well as my own personal headcanons & interpretations . super low activity . bewitched by macy , 21 , she / her . est. march 10, 2021.

CARRD. MEMES.

#pinned

if there’s a grishaverse version of crocs, nina would wear them and decorate them proudly

#ur on a mission and u need to run #u look behind #'NINA LETS GO!!!!!!'#'one second lemme just'#u hear the squeak squeak #she's put her crocs in sports mode and zooms by u

if i don’t get the scene of kaz telling nina she has crumbs in her cleavage and them just hate flirting in s2 i will burn down netflix and myself

#IT'S SO IMPORTANT TO ME .#HOW THEIR DYNAMIC IS #AND SO UNDERRATEDDDDDDDD

realizing my carrd is v outdated ( a whole year ) so please do not perceive it ...........

#my rules? outdated #my dossier? nonexistent #my mains? hAHA #bear w me <3

can’t wait to see nee naw on my screen again

#its the only thing keeping me gOING #‘ OOC ˛ ( 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞. ❜

mediagifs

#IM LOSING IT ASLKJFDSLFDSJKL #sometimes nina radiates rebecca energy #‘ MUSINGS ˛ ( 𝐢𝐢. ❜#nina in ck

crazyexdaily

#‘ MUSINGS ˛ ( 𝐢𝐢. ❜#‘ DYNAMIC ˛ ( 𝐢𝐯. ❜#˛ 𝐟𝐭. dregs.#LMAOOOOOOOO #NINA AT THE SLAT

i just think matthias has drax energy

#u cannot tell me that #'I've mastered the ability of standing so incredibly still... that I become invisible to the eye'#isn't matthias core #yes i came on here just to post this #goodbye

weltenwellen

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God

#‘ MUSINGS ˛ ( 𝐢𝐢. ❜#haha ouch amirite?

𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐲 . ˊ-

@corpseralki said: i can’t feel your heart.

“ then let me go, ” jesper murmurs, age - gnarled hand squeezing hers gently. in the dim light of his bedroom, nina looks more tired than she ever has; she has aged gracefully, as gracefully as grisha can, but there is no disguising the exhaustion in her eyes. with tremendous effort, he lets her hand go, and brings his fingers up to her face. he can feel nothing, not the warmth of her skin, or the roughness of it. jesper suspects he’s been gone for a while, now, hanging on at nina’s behest. behind her, the portrait of wylan seems to beckon to him. “ nina, ” his smile is faint, knowing. “ nina, you can let me go now. i’ll be fine, and i’ll be waiting. ”

❝ no. ❞ it’s strained, choked out between sobs that build up in her throat. she told herself not to cry but her cheeks are already stained with tears, a heavy ache burrowing into her chest, her heart. she cannot lose him, she cannot walk the world alone without knowing she could no longer go to him, she has lost them all one by one and this reality has haunted her for many years. she looks down at him, she notes the brief waves of youth still clinging to aged features, the lines near his lips where she could count the many moments of laughter and joyous smiles and mischievousness. ❝ you cannot go. i refuse. we still haven’t — ❞ but the words fall short on the tip of her tongue. they had done it all. they had all the time, and they’d checked every tally off their list. desperation surges through her as she leans into the frail pressure of his fingers, still tethered to the life that continues to slip away from her. she knows it’s selfish of her, to hold on so tightly. but saints, she deserves to be selfish. ❝ i’m afraid, jesper. ❞ her voice is so quiet, a plea, almost a prayer. saints do not take him away from her, do not leave her to let the world swallow her whole. ❝ i’m afraid i will not love this world as much without you. ❞ because it was he who made her fall in love with everything she would once overlook.

she’s shaking now as she holds him, as she crumbles completely. the darkness creeps around them, a looming reminder. and before she can say more, the night shields her sight and it is all black.

❝ saints ! ❞ she jolts upright, eyes widening as she desperately searches through the dim room, heart beating wildly in the confines of her chest. beads of sweat follow the start of her hairline and she feels weak, tired, afraid as she rustles about in the bed until she feels a warm figure beside her. a sobbed laughter falls past her lips as she recognizes that he is not the same image as what she saw, and that it was all in her head. but she can’t stop crying, and so she shakes him awake, arms wrapping around his frame without hesitation. ❝ i had the most horrid nightmare. ❞ he is still here with her.

#pistolslinger #‘ 𝐯 ˛ ( main. ❜#I FORGOT ABOUT THIS .............#i need u to know that i like #straight cried my eyes out writing this bc it hurt sm #and it reminded me of that one death solo piece u wrote LMAO #i just think ............ them #nina loves him SO much #god they're so important to me #so i said how about i spin it and make it smth they can talk about <3 #n e ways haha #maybe post ck #when they reunite mayhaps?#travelled somewhere for a Job #maybe sankt feliks plot idk

𝐤𝐚𝐳 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐫 . ˊ-

to climb the ranks of the dregs and come out on top of the barrel, kaz had learned early on in his life that he couldn’t let anyone get under his skin. unfortunately for him, that was a lesson was had dissolved over time. the hardened lines upon his features that twisted into scowls and frowns softened, in its place the barest hint of a smile when jesper cracked a joke that most definitely was not funny, or an inquisitive raise of his brow when wylan produced a new kind of bomb to trial. but there was no semblance of a cunning smile lurking underneath now, no humour behind his eyes.

kaz brekker considered himself to be a patient and reasonable man — after all, everything he has achieved has been a product of years of planning and shifting pieces. brick by brick he dismantled pekka rollins’ empire; piece by piece he built up this crooked kingdom of his. kaz prided himself on this virtue of his — but even he had his limits, and right now, that limit was one nina zenik.

@corpseralki : ❝ you’re hot when you’re mad. ❞

the expression that he wore could only be described as murderous, but only to those that knew him well. a stranger would describe him as looking bored and disinterested, perhaps even tired, but the heartrender would pick up on the fury behind his cold glare and the anger that wove into his tightened jaw.

❝ and you’re a pain in my ass when you’re stalling. ❞ venom dripped form his words, and his eyes narrowed at her, previously blank expression cracking to reveal the sneer of his lip. ❝ i don’t have all day, zenik. spit it out. ❞

she still can’t shake the sea from her skin no matter how many baths she’d drawn for herself, and she’d forgotten how tedious it was to even reach a temperature beyond lukewarm. saints, the love she had for ketterdam was elusive at best, and most logically defined by the people she’d given pieces of her heart away to. she’d avoided returning for as long as possible, afraid to relive the moments where she felt the biggest part of her heart die, when she allowed death to have its claim on her druskelle — but the nights taunted her mercilessly. she remembers the ache when she boarded the ship to ravka, and she couldn’t contain the nausea that rose when she reached ketterdam’s docks again.

but after the first night settling in, she felt more at ease, eager to witness the barrel in the aftermath of their success. the stories she’d read in letters did no justice to the vast improvements that graced her eyes. but kaz brekker ? she could see he still carried the weight of the barrel on his shoulders, she could still see the blackness beneath cold eyes that grace her and it all the more encourages her to push at him. ❝ saints, kaz ! love it when i have such an effect on you. tell me more. ❞ she lodges a piece of cake into her mouth, free hand holding the small box from the bakery. ❝ right, yes. you’re the big boss now, all fancy with your fancy — mmm. ❞ she purposely doesn’t finish, index flicking a crumb off the edge of her lips. ❝ no amount of kruge in the world could convince you to fix that hair of yours though. ❞ dreadful. just absolutely dreadful.

she’s still stalling, kicking at a pebble in her way as they peruse the marketplace. ❝ you’re so demanding. and impatient. ❞ she’s practically cooing, mischievousness oozing. ❝ say please and maybe i’ll say it. ❞ but she knows him well enough to continue regardless, smirk dancing along the curve of her lips, ❝ i need something, a device. figured you’d be a good start. cake ? ❞ she lifts the dessert so it is right in front of his face.

#builtmyth #‘ 𝐯 ˛ ( main. ❜#I STILL KEEP LAUGHING #AT THE PROMPT #also why is this so long #i hate myse

𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐣 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐚 . ˊ-

❝ with good reason. ❞ she remarks, leaping soundlessly from the window-ledge & landing on the wooden floor of nina’s room in a crouch — a ghost entering the house of the white rose with a smile playing on her lips. the cloying fragrance of perfumed flowers filters in from the courtyard below & inej sniffs a breath, nose wrinkling as though it was the most nauseating scent she had ever inhaled. though the slat didn’t have much in the name of luxury, some of its dingy corners still covered in cobwebs, at least it didn’t feel like a glorified cage. she has never understood nina’s insistence on staying here, but she would not pry her about it. not now, at least. she rights herself with a straight spine & tips her head backwards, letting the hood fall down to mark the exit of the wraith, and inej regards her dear friend with a smile. ❝ you put up a good fight, I must say. I’d almost given up after the fifth rock. ❞ dark eyes glint with mischief, gesturing to the handful of pebbles lying underneath the window that had been thrown moments ago in an attempt to startle the heartrender into consciousness, but none had proven a worthy match to nina’s hold on a blissful slumber. she glides forward & sits on the edge of the settee, patting the back of the other girl’s hand. ❝ get up now, there’s a job. ❞

grip tightens on the robe that envelopes her figure like a shroud, the chill of the night hitting slivers of bare skin from the open window’s breeze. she tries to shake the tiredness from her voice, from the nest of tousled locks, from the heaviness of the way eyelids threaten to droop with every passing moment. ❝ my dear inej, i mean this kindly — what could be a good reason from disturbing my slumber ? a girl needs her beauty sleep. ❞ she blinks, gaze narrowing as she makes out the silhouette of inej through the darkness, save for the glistening lights of the barrel seeping in. this is the wraith in her prime, she can see now how the others must cower in wait of such a shadowed figure — and here, she feels lucky, privileged, even, to know the kind heart that lay beneath such a hood. ❝ perhaps you should have tossed a boulder, that would have done the job. ❞ amusement coats her tone as she runs her fingers through her hair, an exaggerated yawn leaving her lips. ❝ does this job involve getting a meal beforehand ? ❞ and as if on cue, her stomach growls. but she’s already stretching her arms and craning her neck, knowing she would go regardless. ❝ what does our ever - so - cryptic boss want us to do ? if this gets my outfit dirtied, i’m sending him a bill. ❞

#reflectiones #‘ 𝐯 ˛ ( main. ❜#screeching loudly

just got emotional thinking about how nina was the first gv blog i made

#granted i made inej's literally two hours after #but STILL #i logged on to think about doing drafts #saw that its been ten months since this blog was made #and got nostalgic #BUT ALSO HOW THE FUCK HAS IT BEEN TEN MONTHS