#gvbb 2020

[dilwidit]

"He brings her hand up instead, brushes a kiss to the back of it, along the rough and chapped knuckles."

I had the pleasure of illustrating a scene from @xan-drei 's amazing fic Telepathy!

Had a lot of fun participating in this Grishaverse mini-bang with @dthieno @scarecrux and @xan-drei who also did some awesome stuff! 🖤 @grishaversebigbang

[aperture-of-bullshit]

“Yeah. You can send messages too.” Kuwei pressed a button and said, “Text Dad ‘hurry the fuck up’.” 

Wylan gasped. “It sent him that?”

- The Quest for Waffle House [x]

After about a total of 8-ish hours over a two month period, I’m finally allowed to post my art of @fricklefracklefloof‘s fic, The Quest for Waffle House. (she also made some art heehee check it out)

Synopsis:

Having moved to California after being freed from Virginia's foster system, Nina is missing her life on the east coast, and most importantly, Waffle House. Horrified that her Californian friends Inej and Jesper have never even heard of the best waffle chain ever, Nina takes them on an epic road trip across America in search of some decent breakfast food, along with the chance to get with the girl she’s always had a crush on, a boy running from his father, and maybe a taste of her old life again.

Wylan wants nothing more than to run. He feels trapped living with a father who is ashamed to have a moron for a son. When Jan Van Eck announces that Wylan will be studying at an all-boys boarding school in a small town in Virginia, he feels a flicker of hope for a better future, but the road leading up to it is long and dangerous.

This fic, my art, and the other’s art/edits were made as a part of this year’s Grishaverse Big Bang. @grishaversebigbang is a fan-run event for the Grishaverse by Leigh Bardugo, featuring artists, edit makers, writers, and beta readers.

Meet the Rest of the Gang

Materialniks (artists/edit makers):

@blue-artisces [x]

@starw1sh [x]

@corpsecro [x]

Corporalniks (beta readers):

@tsaritsa-zoya

@tessavioletandchill

psst there’s speedpaints

sketch + line: https://youtu.be/YrMXmaPlxRo

color: https://youtu.be/YrMXmaPlxRo

[memoriesoflastwords]

Seacrow

for the amazing adventure @grishaversebigbang has been 👀

before going ahead, please do check out the amazing art made by @chaosvvolf (Inej and her crew, here) and @artzy-lia-art (Inej on her way to Ketterdam, here). working with them truly has been a bliss!

I also wanted to thank @sopsopart, @niecity and @tricewithaz, despite not having had the chance to get to the end of the event with them. the sharing of ideas opinions has been more than enough, and I look forward to the day our roads meet again.

and a thanks to @sheitha, too, for being by my side during the Mini BB, and helping me come out with the plot!

summary: Nastya has only recently joined the Wraith after escaping, thanks to Inej, from a slaver ship. She's cautious, as she can sense something's wrong, and the meeting with one of her slavers can't but scare her even more. Someone's looking for Inej. To take her down. To take everything she's ever built down with the myth the Wraith is. That's why Inej moves to Ketterdam, to look for help, answers, unknowing of the growing fear amongst her people...

Ao3 link (it's a multi chapter fic, so do remember to swipe and go on with the reading if you don't wanna miss anything!): click here

Nastya still didn’t feel quite at ease on the Wraith. She realized, of course, her current situation was better than the one she had found herself into on the slavers’ ships just hours before, but Nastya’s movements were still stiff under Orghana’s caring watch.

Since she had set foot on the ship, she had done nothing but spark flames, although not in a literal way. She had bit Orghana’s finger, caused to ship to almost wreck, yet Inej – that was the Captain’s name – hadn’t hesitated. She had welcomed her. What mattered most, she had realized how unsafe she felt when someone made contact with her skin.

Nastya knew she was supposed to be grateful.

Orghana, the Shu girl, had brought her into one of the cabins, showing her a free place she could sleep in, smiling and seemingly happy about her presence despite still having her finger covered in blood. Despite what Inej had told her, she had decided not to go see their Heartrender. After all, she was no Healer, and to tire her for a bitten finger was not needed.

“Come.” Orghana had let her look around before moving towards the back of the cabin. “I’m guessing we can find you something else to wear. Your clothes smell of fish.”

Nastya had decided not to let her know the cabin was what smelled of fish, not her clothing. There was no reason to be obnoxious, after all, when Orghana had done nothing but try and be of help. Nastya still was decided to be cautious, of course, but not obnoxious.

That’s how she had found herself back out, under the night sky, breathing in cold air and looking at how little clouds came out of her lips and nose. That alone fascinated her way more than any aspect of the small science. Grisha had to concentrate for things to happen. Some of them more, some of them less. Nature? Nature simply had to exist in order to be magnificent under every point of view.

She felt cold in the tunic Orghana had found for her, with the promise of finding a pair of pants and a blouse as soon as possible, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, after all. It almost felt like home, in Chernast, not that far from the Permafrost.

She breathed in and out once more, the little cloud remembering her of when she was little, playing in the snow with her mother, pretending her breath was an ice dragon’s fire. How long had passed since those carefree days, how far was she from home now?

“The Captain threw a party.” she hadn’t realized Orghana had never left her side. Inej’s orders, probably. Not to risk another problem on board. “She called it a party, but it’s nothing more than dinner. However, there are some waffle lookalike.”

Nastya found herself studying the Shu girl, her short brown hair, her unperfectly cut bangs and gentle eyes, before nodding. Orghana had asked her nothing, but she wanted to know whether or not she was joining the crew for dinner. At least, that’s what Nastya imagined.

“I’m starving.” she added, as to avoid any possible misunderstanding.

Orghana smiled, her bangs covering her left eye, and sticked her hand out towards Nastya.

The Grisha stiffened, unsure whether or not she trusted her new comrade enough to let their skin touch. No. No, she didn’t. She looked for pockets to hide her hands in, finding none, standing still, a slight amount of panic running through her veins.

And Orghana noticed, or remembered Inej’s words, or both, because she stood back. “Sorry. An habit of mine.” she pointed out to a winding staircase bringing below deck. “Let’s go. I’m starving as well, and my fine nose tells me there’s some fish cooking.”

Nastya frowned before walking on the slippery wood, making her way towards the staircase. Hadn’t there been fish cooking while at sea, there probably would’ve been a problem.

Needless to say, Orghana had been right. As soon as they had reached the big room used as a dining hall, Nastya’s nostrils were filled with the familiar smell of fried fish, and the comfortable one of the dough used to make waffles. Would anyone have found it disgusting, had she mixed up the two? She hadn’t lied, when she had told Orghana she was starving.

“Sit with Mbali there!” Orghana was about to touch her elbow to catch her attention, but moved back as soon as her fingers touched the tunic. “I’ll get food for us both.”

Nastya nodded, looking at how quickly Orghana moved towards the makeshift buffet before finding Mbali among the crowd.

She wasn’t the only dark skinned girl, but she towered the others, and seemed to be a focal point for the girls living on the Wraith.

Nastya sat by her side in silence, wishing for Mbali to remember, as Orghana initially hadn’t, she would rather not be touched, or hugged in greeting.

Mbali smiled, white teeth in contrast with her night-coloured skin. “So Orghana did manage to find you something to wear!” she looked at the tunic. “The laundry girls are giving us our clothes back tomorrow. We’ll find something more appropriate for a pirate as soon as they do. Can you imagine fighting against slavers in a tunic?”

Nastya actually could. After all, most of her capabilities were in her hands, in her teeth. Biting and using the small science were all she could do during a battle, attack, or even play-fight. She had spent too little time in Os Alta to really learn how to use weapons, or her body as if it was made of steel.

“Here I am!”

Nastya’s eyes traced Orghana immediately, on the other side of the table. She was playing the tightrope walker with three full plates, two in her hands, one barely standing on her head. Nastya could already imagine all that food falling when one of the plates was placed in front of her, nostrils once back full of what she was ready to swear was the best smell of the world. How long had it been since her last real meal? She couldn’t remember eating anything but sardine scraps and dry bread on the slavers’ ship. She tucked her fingers into the fried fish, little caring about what Mbali and Orghana would’ve thought of her, willing to be called a savage, an uncivilized beast, as long it meant having her belly full of real, warm food.

“It’s horrible.”

Nastya froze as soon as she heard that word. Was it really happening, then? She had thought so, but hadn’t really believed for her new comrades to judge her for the way she was eating. She bit her lower lip, covered in the fish’s oil, looked at Mbali. “What’s horrible?” she said, unable to pretend she didn’t care.

“How those slavers treated you.” Mbali shook her shoulders, using a waffle’s edge to accompany a piece of fish. “When we got word of a Grisha girl trapped in some slavers’ hands, we didn’t get many details. Not at first. We had to puzzle together the informations we managed to get from other slavers, and some merchants.”

Nastya suddenly felt comfortable enough to start eating again, caring little about the way her fingers were now covered in little scraps of her food. She kept her eyes on Mbali, wanting to know how, why Inej had been so interested in finding her, saving her. She was an Eterealki, of course, capable of making the ship move despite there being little to no wind, but was that all?

“We had just left Bhez Ju. We were supposed to go to Ketterdam, it felt like time for a little vacation away from the sea.” noticing how deep in the story Nastya was, Mbali went on. “We were not far from the land, were we?”

Orghana shook her hand. “We’d been at sea for less than two hours. We were still adjusting the sails.”

“A small ship crossed the Wraith. Someone having to talk with the Wraith. Inej didn’t want our plans to change, at the beginning, we’d already been moving around for months, it was just time for a little bit of rest.” Mbali sucked the oil off her fingers, and Nastya found her plate to be almost empty, already. Her stomach growled. “Inej didn’t tell us much, at first. Only that we’d have to go a little off route, moving towards the Bone Road before turning back to Kerch.”

“The Bone Road?” Nastya blinked. Rusalye’s home. She knew the legends. “Is that where we are now?”

Mbali shook her head, getting up and taking both her plate and Nastya’s. “No. We were lucky enough to find your ship first.” she said, before moving back towards the buffet.

Nastya looked at Orghana, trying to understand properly what had happened, under what circumstances she had been saved. “Lucky? Why? Rusalye’s not there anymore, it’s cold, but it’s not dangerous, for what I…”

“We aren’t really fully-equipped for cold temperatures, right now. That’s one of the reasons we had to stop in Ketterdam, to buy some warmer clothing, some dried food.” Orghana explained, her plate still full. She handed Nastya half a waffle. “Inej wanted to find you. No one’s ever left behind, that’s our philosophy, no matter how hard it is to fight. We fight, knives and pistols, and always come back to each other.”

That felt like family.

And that blocked Nastya from eating even just another bite of food. That felt like what she had promised her family before going to Os Alta, to come back, as soon as she could, to stay by her parents’ side, to work on the vegetable garden when they were too old to break ice and turn the soil.

“Now that we found you, we can go to Ketterdam. Or maybe we won’t, and we’ll stop in Novyi Zem. I have to admit it’s not really clear to me whether we are closer to Weddle or Gjela, right now, but I guess we’ll know soon enough.” Orghana tilted her head, noticing how Nastya had stopped eating. “Are you all right?”

Nastya wanted to nod. After all, she was. She was alive, and she had just eaten the best food in months, and she had clean clothes on, a bed, comrades that could be friends. But was that enough? Was safety enough for her, or did she want to go home, set foot off the ship forever and go home in Chernast making of the sea a distant nightmare? She wanted her mother’s quick fingers braiding her hair, her father’s soup cooking on the low fire, her siblings’ laughter stopping her from getting a good night’s sleep. Nastya wanted to nod, wanted to be grateful, but being alive and safe was not enough. She wanted to be home, as well. And that still looked unreachable.

“Nastya?”

How had that happened? How had she found herself at sea? She had no memory of it, and although the long, jagged wound on her head’s back was enough to justify a memory leak, she was not ready to admit it to herself just yet. She had been in Os Alta, training, and then she had been on a ship, fighting with chipped nails and week knees against too many men, and with too little Grisha by her side. She had been the last one standing. She had been the first surrendering. She found no pride in any of the actions.

“Nastya, are you listening to me?”

She blinked, noticing how Mbali was once more in her visual range, a light in her eyes she couldn’t but call joy. “No.” she admitted, frowning. “What’s going on?”

“One of the slavers is in the Captain’s quarters.” Mbali didn’t seem bothered by how she had to say things twice in order for Nastya to listen to her. “She wants to question him, process him for what he’s done in these years. But she wants you to be present when she does.”

To see one of the men who had took her freedom from her, who had took her possibility to go back home from her. To make questions, to claim answers, to fill the gaps her memory loss had gifted her. The light in Nastya’s eyes didn’t mirror Mbali’s joy. That was desire for vengeance.

“Tell the Captain I’ll be there as soon as she needs me to.”

[declanisms]

I have sent invites to the gvbb gang discords with 3 different methods bc I’m a persistent bitch

[xandrei]

Inej knew why Kaz hadn’t gone on the last couple of years worth of jobs. Had been on the last job Kaz had gone under for, and had seen the way the world had fallen apart around them. The darkness, the smell of death, the chaos of an unseen assailant. – genius and the (dream) thieves


my piece for the @grishaversebigbang 2020! my AMAZING group: @disarminglys (writer) @scarecrux (artist) @rainbow-kueh (artist) @phy-be (artist) @butterflysclaws (artist) @dirtyhandsnet (edits/proofread)


thanks y’all for another successful and fantastic GVBB

[krugecrow]

@grishatober 2020 Day 30: Headcanons

💛🤍💜🖤 Enby Hanne! 💛🤍💜🖤

Inspired by a conversation I had with @scarecrowprince during the gvbb, that Hanne is enby!

[grishaversebigbang]

Greetings Grisha

The Council of Tides has returned once again to invite you all to participate in a new heist: Gvbb 2: Electric Boogaloo. Sign-ups are currently open for the Grishaverse Big Bang. If you did not get a chance to participate last time, now is your chance! And to all our returning Grisha, welcome back! The Council of Tides wishes to remind all Grisha to make two pit stops before proceeding to the sign-up form.

The FAQ has been newly updated.

The Heist page now contains information for the 2020 event.

All interested Grisha may make their way to the sign-up form now! Sign-ups will close May 1, 2020 at 11:59 pm PST. No applications will be accepted after this time. No mourners, no funerals

[enbychuya]

Hey there! Do you like the Grishaverse? Do you like seeing the works from the Grishaverse Big Bang? Would you like to read some fics together?

If all of those are a YES, you should join the Grishaverse Big Book Club! Whether you were in the gvbb or not, this is a place to read, discuss, and rave about fics! Here's the signup sheet:

See you at the Grishaverse Big Book Club!

[bubble--berry]

GVBB 2020: “Solstice” by @wafflesandkruge  and @reapersbarge (alternatively found on AO3).

my final piece for the @grishaversebigbang!! this was very fun to draw

also a big thank you to these guys for being amazing people to work with <3 and pls look at their work, its so good!!

etherealki (writer): @wafflesandkruge and @reapersbarge

materialki (artists/edit makers): @obligatorychinchillas (x), @reilynbears (x), @chaotic-art-druid (x), @kayadraws (x), @kavinskysdick (x) and @inkingnothing (x)

[logastellusaur]

Bitch Better Have My Money (GVBB 2020!)

I’m stoked to announce my fic for the @grishaversebigbang 2020!

MATERIALKI:

@bluedelladraw here and here @cinn0nym here @sassysaltysarcasticstupid here @awtetsuya27 here @murderspoonz

CORPORALKI:

@nolu

A quick lil summary: Chaos, Shakira jokes, and ended friendships; A novel. Join our favorite murder of crows as they play a game of Monopoly that’ll test their loyalties, quick-wittedness, and ability to take their turns without snapping someone’s neck- verbally, of course (at least we hope). I, the writer, apologize in advance for any and all brain damage this may cause you, however I ran out of waiver forms a while ago. 

Aaaand the ao3 link to read it is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/26312407

I hope you all enjoy :)!

[trassellynn]

Here we go again with my characters from Grishaverse Big Bang 2020.

Usual warning: I am bad at coloring. Plus it's the first time I draw thrones and these drawings are probably filled with mistakes.

Yes, I write about SoC NG (and I IGNORE the thing I hate in canon).

They're obviously older here than my first drawing of them.

FIRST IMAGE: Aenya Zenik-Helvar (Heartrender) and Klaus Zenik-Helvar (Necromancer and Medium).

SECOND IMAGE: Lian Van Eck (Spy and poisoner) and Noëlle Zenik-Helvar (warrior girl, she was eleven in my previous drawing, here she's about 18 I think).

Can't wait to write their story for GVBB.

No hate please.

[aperture-of-bullshit]

A man stepped into the light⎯ he wore a black suit, a black hat and black gloves. He was leaning on a cane, the handle shaped like a crow’s head. He didn't say anything, but people fell silent in his presence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. My name is Kaz Brekker and I will be your ringmaster tonight."

- The Wonder I’ve Been Missing [x]

After about four months of hard work and anticipation, I can finally share this piece I did of @jem-carstairs-is-perfection‘s fic, The Wonder I’ve Been Missing. (their post)

Synopsis:

After his father tries to kill him, Wylan Van Eck winds up in the company of the stars of Circus Van Kraaien, who offer him a spot on their crew. There, Wylan will find a family among the acrobats, the animal tamers and the magicians⎯ as well as something more with a certain charming sharpshooter.

But not even the exciting world of the circus can keep Wylan safe from his father forever, and it’s only a matter of time before he must fight for his life again.

This fic, my art, and the other’s art/edits were made as a part of this year’s Grishaverse Big Bang. @grishaversebigbang is a fan-run event for the Grishaverse by Leigh Bardugo, featuring artists, edit makers, writers, and beta readers.

Meet the Rest of the Gang

Materialniks (artists/edit makers):

@fricklefracklefloof [x]

@sanktsforsaken [x]

@discountscoobygang [x]

@sketcharlotte [x]

Corporalnik (beta reader):

@thefirsttailor

psst there’s speedpaints

sketch + line: https://youtu.be/5-QaVezq8jM

color: https://youtu.be/-xOjGdKFHJ4

[tricewithaz]

@dirtybrekkers tagged me on this, thanks babe!

1. Why did you choose your url? it literally is just my name, with a z at the end....cause my actual name ends in a z instead of ce

2. Any side-blogs? no you guys are just gonna have to deal with my chaos on here

3. How long have you been on tumblr? I've been on and off since like 2013 (yes yall i was a not like other girls lana stan and I came here for Aesthetic Sad pics), but I've only started being actually active since may 2020 cause of GV

4. Do you have a queue tag? no, again, yall are just gonna have to deal with my chaos. i have like 30 posts currently on queue lmao, yall will never know which they are (although when it comes to content creators if their post has less than 100 notes I will just reblog it in the moment....otherwise you'll never know......)

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? Got into the GVBB last year and I needed a tumble. I had to step down from it but hey I'm still here arent I.

6. Why did you choose you icon/pfp? I like to use a recent picture of mine with decent detail always, I'm still sort of proud of this one so there it is and here's the original post for it

7. Why did you choose you header? i don't have a heather lmao, I might put on a passage from row or soc at some point tho?

8. What’s your post with the most notes? This animation tutorial and this kanej piece from a year ago which I'd like to redraw at some point

9. How many followers do you have? currently 339

10 How many people do you follow? 440 people but I don't think half of them are active anymore lmao where are yall

11. Have you ever made a shitpost? Have yall seen this?

12. How often do you use tumblr each day? way too much....I'm on my phone all the time its tragic

13. Did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? Ive had a couple pf confrontations over gv discourse yea

14. How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this post’? omg i hate them so much, they're guilt trippy and a lot of the times the only thing they do is trigger people. just to get it out of the way, i do support all of the lgbtqa community (hell i am an lgbtqa community), i do support all people of color as well and id like to think yall are safe in my blog, and i would be quite sad if anything happened to any of you alright, don't think i don't just cause i didn't reblog something

15. Do you like tag games? yes please tag me in all of them i love to talk about myself

16. Do you like ask games? yes please keep them coming i am an attention whore and i love to talk about myself

17. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? @dirtybrekkers apparently!???!!?! also @saintprivateer most likely

18. Do you have a crush on a mutual? oh do you not know @knivesv and i are literally married

19. Tagging: I never know who to tag cause the people that i always tag never do these things so let me think uuuuuh ill tag @dablackdahlia @inejghafta and @saraphiina

edit: tagging @knivesv and @laurore-stormwitch cause apparently they want to be tagged even if they never do these 😩✋

[bubble--berry]

GVBB 2020: “When The Mighty Fall” by @comingoutofthecauldron (alternately found on AO3)

my first piece for the @grishaversebigbang!! historically accurate fashion? don’t know her but its a little nina (with my limited background abilities and colour knowledge)

you guys were so much fun to work with, thank you <3

etherealki (writer): @comingoutofthecauldron

corporalnik (beta): @courtofbatsandbuffoons

materialki (artists/edit makers): @angelawongart (x), @setewbro (x), @driiz (x), @tsaritsa-zoya (x, x)

[bubble--berry]

GVBB 2020: “The Black Pieces” (by @lynnforsterblog).

my second piece for the @grishaversebigbang!! i didn’t do my girl justice but trust me when i say she is TOP tier!

the gvbb really is just me experimenting with lighting/colour while making cool friends 

pls check out the rest of my group, they’re all lovely!!

etherealki (writer): @lynnforsterblog

corporalnik (beta): @forthegenuine

materialki (artists/edit makers): @clearlynotclaire (x), @saatanan-sorsasesonki (x)