#** dragon queen zoya

[asha-mage]

The Shadow and Bone show being cancelled the day after I finished Rule of Wolves is homophobia actually.

[delanterne]

waffles 🤌🏻 kazzle dazzle 🤌🏻 dirty hands 🤌🏻 demon 🤌🏻 king on ketterdam 🤌🏻

[lpa6zn]

1 ticket for barbie, please

1 ticket for whatever she's seeing

[daughter-of-lethe]

Aesthetic: Zoya Nazyalensky

Αrt Credit: @kolarpem

[arany-studio]

Be the monster they fear at night! 🐲⚔️

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[thecrowsx]

*Doorbell rings*

Kaz, opening the door: Hello?

Exorcist: Hi, I'm here to remove the demon in you.

Kaz: But I didn't call you.

Matthias: I did.

Kaz: Fucking traitor.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Did someone say Zoyalai coded songs by indie artists who deserve more attention? Probably not but I’m going to give you some anyway

Kanej version - Helnik version - Wesper version

Blossoms by The Amazing Devil Zoya of the garden vibes but also works very well for both of them- “I climb up the ladder, had I taken more care I might’ve seen all the rot in the rungs” “And I stare at the soldiers before me, all my blossoms that have waited to fall, and I walk and I walk and I walk and I walk knowing every last one of them is painted in light as I make myself acquainted with the Saint of Never Getting It Right”

Drinking Song by House Phone actually planning a crows edit to this one but it still fits - “I might have grown to be a king, more mighty than the kings you’ve known, who led us through a peaceful time and never simply occupied the throne but out of castle light I’d still be such a sight for sorest eyes, I’d be a pauper in disguise. I might have led the cavalry into glory in the battle field, and they would cast a monument in silver of my weathered shield but now, with all my medals pawned, no proof except my silver tongue to tell of all the valour I have won”

King by Florence + the Machine - “I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King. I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing, I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. I am no mother, I am no bride, I am King”

Not Yet/Love Run (reprise) by The Amazing Devil - “It seems, oh it seems, to me, that you can’t sleep” “Sing me awake with a song about pirates and I will try to harmonise, and sip the sunlight from your eyes, oh sing me awake with all the things we’ll do today but instead we’ll build a den out of pillows and get drunk again” “It seems, oh it seems, to me, that you… you can’t dance for shit” “Where is god, ma? Where’s the vodka? If my old mum could see me now, oh how she’d howl” “Love run (love run) Love run (love run) For all the things you wished you’d done, run for all you know that’s coming, run to show that love’s worth running to”

Howl by Florence + the Machine - “If you could only see the beast you’ve made of me, I held it in my heart it seems you’ve set it running free” “The Saints can’t help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground” “A man who is pure of heart and says his prayers by night may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright” “Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters”

King by The Amazing Devil - “I’ll keep the king, when you are gone away. Into darkness and howling I’ll keep him from drowning when our boat is untethered from the dock” “And the waves made of fingers and the darkness that lingers rips into the bark of our bones” “the sea and its waters, every unwanted daughter” “but our voices collide with each howl of the tide singing all hell and its fire waits for us”

As usual I might come back and add more if I think of them, and please always feel free to add more

[vic-the-bookdragon]

Look at her.

Just...LOOK. AT. HER.

That's the future dragon queen of Ravka.

PS why did they put her in baby pink?!

[lissa-edem]

[nazyazoya]

your daily mantra from our queen Zoya, eveyone:

"Men have been watching me my whole life. It's not worth taking note of."

-Leigh Bardugo | King of Scars

[milosupremacy]

Darkling: I was protecting Alina. I will always protect Alina

Darkling (after Alina escaped): I’m on my way to murder Alina.

[lightninstrikedragon]

I’ve done some edit in ps and this happened. Bow to The Queen of Ravka! 

[wesper-png]

Do you have any personal ideas for bi-privateer himself, Nikolai and his interaction with Alina, Zoya, and Mal? As well as personal ideas of Alina, Zoya, and Mal

so, like, the thing is nikolai gave mal his compass, the ship, his crew, his name and his clothes.

what he didn't give him was a list of people who have actually met sturmhond.

so one day when the ship rocks up in some backwater port to do a trade and mal nearly gets jumped by a captain and his crew who know for a fact that this tall, scrawny brunette is not their old business partner the only thing that saves him is the captains sudden bountiful laughter and his declaration that "it's so nice to finally meet the other mr sturmhond!"

word gets back to nikolai, of course, and he just HAS to drop in and make an appearance because lmao wtf. calls mal a colourful array of pet names and lays it on thick because he's having the time of his life out here while mal is fighting for his life.

The rest of the crew are absolutely beside themselves.

gets back to the palace and the first thing alina asks is "so how is our husband faring on the treacherous seas these days?" because of course she finds this absolutely hilarious as well.

when alina and zoya start to grow closer first as friends and then the flintiness comes out, the subtle touches and the words full of double meanings nikolai kind of sits back and watches it unfold. and takes pleasure in teasing alina about it profusely. its fun to watch the tiny sun summoner's cheeks flush and hear her stutter her words, trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

and of course he enjoys the way zoya's eyes track him across the room.

in the end it all turns into a kind of "this is my husband mal, and this is mal's wife alina who is also my wife, and here is our gf zoya, the newest member of the polycule".

[lpa6zn]

me with literally every woman in the Grishaverse: "SHE ATE! FEASTED! CONSUMED! DEVOURED! LEFT NO CRUMBS"

[steponmeinejghafa]

Touch Starved

Summary: Zoya admits she's extremely touch-starved.

Zoya Nazyalesky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some mentions of stress and some crying because of it-

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Whenever Zoya looked at you, she felt her heart physically beat faster. Her body tingled and she desperately wanted your touch to grace her skin.

Obviously she would rather die than admit to being touch-starved.

Naturally, when she saw you combing out your hair in the morning after a particularly interesting night, she got the sudden urge to brush it for you.

And that is exactly what she did.

"Well, good morning," you chuckled as she grabbed the hairbrush from you and began brushing your hair out.

"Good morning, my darling," she smiled, basking in the feeling of your soft hair between her fingers. Her heart leapt when you leaned into her touch, and blushed a vibrant red when you took her free hand to kiss the palm of it.

You noticed her whole body shiver, and immediately knew what it was which had her reacting to your touch that way.

"Touch-starved, are we, darling?" You smirked, standing up and putting the brush away.

Shit, she thought. Was it so obvious?

"N-no-" She stammered, stalking off to the bathroom. Deciding to tease her, you leaned against the doorway and watched her pull her clothes off, still blushing.

"Is the cold, distant, frightening General Nazyalensky...touch-starved?" You giggled, soundlessly coming up behind her and running your fingertips down her bare back.

She shuddered and blushed even harder, to the point where even the tips of her ears turned pink. "Stop bullying me," she gently swatted your hands away, albeit reluctantly.

You put your hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright, no need to get violent, my dear."

She threw a towel at you and mumbled, "Get out and stop teasing me."

"Okay," you giggled and left her to her own devices.

Later, you were walking down the hallway, books in hand, as you headed towards the library, when you felt someone gently loop their arm through yours. A smile spread over your face as you looked at Zoya, who walked forward with just as much confidence as she did when she wasn’t with you.

“Give me your satchel,” she said. “I’ll hold it for you. Those books look heavy enough already.”

“Thanks,” you blushed and handed her your brown satchel, inside which you’d put some notebooks you had to complete.

She pressed a quick kiss to your lips and continued walking with you to the library, quietly listening to what you had to say about the assignments you had pending and how much of a bore they were.

“How come you accompanied me to the library?” You asked. “I thought we had different things to do this evening.”

She shrugged and sat at one of the long tables behind you as you began putting away the books you’d issued, and began thumbing through the books you’d placed down on the table. “I just wanted to be with my girl,” she replied.

“Ah,” you smiled and placed another stack of books on the table to go with your first one. You slid into the seat beside her and opened out one book on astronomy and pulled your astronomy notebook. Zoya watched you closely as you picked the pages you wanted, and began to note down the important points from them.

Wordlessly, she put her head down and pulled your non-dominant hand to rest on her head. Realising what she wanted, you laughed softly and began to play with her hair, while you simultaneously wrote with your dominant hand.

Zoya had honestly never felt more fuzzy inside than she did at that moment, sitting in the silence of the library with you, her head resting on her arms while you ran your fingers through her hair, gently scratching her scalp in the places you knew she liked, all while you did your own work, as if this were a perfectly normal occurrence.

She couldn’t help but stare in awe at how the golden light of the setting sun filtered through the long windows and fell on your features so perfectly, highlighting your hair in a soft glow, and accentuating every curve of your face. The silence of the library made this moment even more special, as she saw all the reasons why she loved you so much all in just one moment of golden light and gentle touch.

“You can sit closer to me, if you want,” you said, looking at her with the same love in your eyes as you did when she’d first said ‘I love you’ to you.

She smiled and shifted closer so that her leg was touching yours, and she very hesitantly moved your hand from her hair and held it in her own, her head still resting on her crossed arms. She brushed a kiss across your knuckles very gently every now and then, giving you the same butterflies you’d been giving her.

While she saw you working, she additionally realised that she had been feeling stressed lately, and had been meaning to tell you about it. She knew you’d understand, and trusted you enough with her emotions to feel comfortable enough to share them.

“Y/n?” She whispered, catching your attention. You immediately put your pen down and looked at her, putting your other hand to her cheek, stroking the skin of it with your thumb.

“Yes, my love?” You asked. Seeing her troubled expression, your eyebrows knitted together with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Um…” she hesitated again. Did she want to ruin this perfectly blissful moment with her struggles? Did she truly want to burden you with her problems?

As if you’d read her mind, you gestured for her to sit up, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, whispering, “You can tell me anything, you know that, right?”

She nodded, feeling her heart rate speed up at the soft brush of your lips over her skin, and said, “I’ve been feeling a bit stressed lately, because of training and all the schoolwork I have piling up thanks to my late-night training sessions…”

“Zoya…” your voice was soft as you spoke her name, in a way she’d heard countless times before, yet it never failed to make her fall more in love with you. It was the way you savoured each syllable, the way your tone stayed gentle, that made how you said her name so special to her.

“Come here,” you said. It wasn’t a demand, just a suggestion. A way to beckon her towards you. She sat on your lap, facing you, her eyes searching yours for any hint of what you might say next.

You said nothing. Instead, you pulled her into a hug, a hug you knew she needed. The warmth and sincerity of the gesture was what made her walls break, and she allowed her self to cry just a little, with only a few tears dropping down her cheeks and onto the silk of your kefta.

“I don’t want you to think that you’re someone who needs to do everything otherwise your worth reduces,” you said, reading her mind. “You are no object; whose worth is dependent on the things you do. You are human, you are whole, you’re worth everything good in the world, regardless of whether or not you can balance a hundred and one things every day.”

“I hate how you always know what I’m thinking,” she sniffled, burying her face in your hair. “And how you always know exactly what to say.”

“Darling, I know you inside and out,” you chuckled, pressing your lips to the side of her head. “I’m always here for you.”

She slid off your lap reluctantly and held your non-dominant hand, resting her head on your shoulder, saying, “You should finish your work.”

“Right,” you giggled. “My touch-starved sweetheart,” you added, squeezing her hand.

“First of all, you are so cheesy,” she scoffed. “And second, I am not touch starved.”

“Whatever you say,” you shrugged and continued your work, while she stayed right beside you, always finding a way to feel your embrace against hers.

Maybe she was a little touch-starved…

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I hope this one was good <3 Feel free to request <33

[beebrekker]

“When I was a little girl, i thought I had a golden spirit too, that it would light everything it touched, that it would make me beloved like a hero in a story.

But that’s not who I am. Whatever is inside me is sharp and gray as the thorn wood.”

-Leigh Bardugo “Rule of Wolves”