#elizaveta

[thecutiecollective]

Elizaveta for FragileSpine

IG: YourLizy

#introducing #elizaveta #lingerie #blonde #sexy

[period-drama-lover]

bonus (they would die for their love):

The new season of "Ekaterina. Favority". New parallels. Elizabeth I vs Catherine II. Alexei Shubin vs Alexander Lanskoy.

#period drama #perioddramaedit #historyedit #periodedits #elizaveta #tv series «elizaveta» #catherine the great #catherine of russia #elizabeth of russia #alexei shubin #alexander lanskoy #yulia hlynina #kirill chernyshenko #marina aleksandrova

[princehoneytea]

stuff

#princehoneytart #ocs #elizaveta #proteus

[doyouknowthis-grishaverse]

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #my polls #fandom polls #grishaverse polls #king of scars #rule of wolves #the lives of saints #istorii sanktya #sankta lizabeta #sankta lizabeta of the roses #elizaveta #sankta elizaveta

[quietparanoiac]

(Some of) the female costumes in Елизавета | Elizaveta | Elizabeth (2022)

#Елизавета #Елизавета 2022 #Elizaveta #Elizaveta 2022 #Russian cinema #Russian TV #period drama #perioddramaedit #gifshistorical #periodedits #Praskovya Yusupova #Natalya Alexeyevna of Russia #Catherine I #Catherine I of Russia #Anna Ioannovna #Anna of Russia #Francesca (Elizaveta) #Anna Petrovna of Russia #Maria Menshikova #Ekaterina Dolgorukova #my gifs #hello to you anon #sorry there's almost every female character included yet not Elizabeth herself #but I hate her portrayal in this series way too much

[postcard-from-the-past]

Russian vintage postcard, illustrated by Elisabeth Boehm

#vintage #photography #postkarte #elizaveta bem #carte postale #postal #illustrated #bem #briefkaart #russian #postcard #old #photo #ansichtskarte #sepia #postkaart #ephemera #tarjeta #elizaveta #historic

[newestcool]

Michelle Laff November 2022 Photographer Elizaveta Porodina Fashion Editor/Stylist Michelle Laff Makeup Artist/Hair Stylist Heiko Palach Set Designer Hannes Schuller Newest Cool on Instagram

#newest cool #newestcool #Michelle laff #Elizaveta porodina #fashion editorial #elizaveta #fashion photography #modest model #modetst look #balaclava #babushka #headscarf #headcover #headpiece #hijab #modest high fashion #ballerina #high fashion #fashion shoot

[carlottaragazzalove]

(via Elizaveta Podosetnikova – Gallery)💖

#Elizaveta

[ittamoroz]

Catherine I of Russia and Elizabeth I of Russia in ELIZAVETA (2022)

#elizaveta #elizavetaedit #tvedit #perioddramaedit #catherine i of russia #elizabeth of russia #period drama #edits

[blankbusen-sw]

#elizaveta #sw #fikkleib #heftiger ergußleib #nordisch #arische frau #deutsch #fikkstück #geistundschönheit #blond

[thecutiecollective]

Elizaveta 💙

IG: YourLizy

📷 Gökhan Topel

#elizaveta #brunette #classy

[period-drama-lover]

little baby girl lizzy ♥

#elizaveta #elizaveta 2022 #tv series «elizaveta» #yulia hlynina #elizaveta romanova #elizaveta petrovna #elizabeth of russia #movie history #historyedit #gifhistorical #period drama #period movies #perioddramagif #perioddramaedit #russian period drama #i miss

[indisden]

Yuliya Khlynina as Elizabeth I of Russia (Elizaveta)

#Elizaveta #Yulia Hlynina #yuliya khlynina #yulia hlynina avatars #yuliya khlynina avatars #elizabeth i of russia #perioddramasource #perioddramasonly #perioddramaedit #perioddramacentral #period fc #avatars historiques #perioddrama #rpg ressources #ressources avatars #faceclaim ressources #ressources rpg #request

[russianperioddrama]

ROUND 1: GROUP D

#round 1 #elizabeth #elizabeth 2022 #elizaveta 2022 #elizaveta #russian period dramas bracket #period dramas #tumblr bracket #polls #tumblr polls #russian period dramas

[wafflesandkruge]

two gods before there was a world

“It is an abomination. Merzost,” Elizaveta snarled. The buzzing rose to a fever pitch. “You are playing with laws you do not understand.”

“And who wrote those laws?” Aleksander asked, voice quiet. He was tired of being told what he could or couldn’t do. His own limits were the only thing that stood between him and his goals, and he had yet to reach them. He would never reach them. “You are obeying a master whose face you have never seen. Are you content with that, Sankta?”

Or, Elizaveta pays Aleksander a visit after Novokribirsk.

ao3

a/n: helloooooo!!!! very excited to finally post my first piece for @grishaversebigbang!! this lil fic is based off the showstopping amazing totally unique art by @kavinskysdick​ whom i adore with my whole heart hehe. please go check our their art and stare at it until your eyes blur. hope yall enjoy! and stay tuned for another zoya fic coming soon as part of a second collaboration.

The Saints were always watching. It was a truism drilled into Ravkans from infancy, a boogeyman meant to make them behave lest they displease the Saints and incur their wrath. As far as Aleksander was concerned, it was utter horseshit. Saints didn’t care if you washed your hands before eating or returned a lost wallet. Hell, they didn’t even care if you murdered your neighbor and burned his house down to the foundations. 

The only thing they’d ever cared for was power.

And of that, Aleksander had plenty.

He swept into the darkened war room, eerily quiet this time of night. And though gas lamps and candles were clustered around the room, he didn’t need to light them to identify the shadowy figure positioned at the head of the massive oak table. His lips curved into a cold smile.

“What a pleasant surprise.”

In the pale moonlight, Elizaveta was the very picture of the saints that graced the walls of chapels. Eyes as green as a summer field regarded him coolly, the color all the more striking against her alabaster skin. Her honey-colored hair, woven through with flowers that bloomed with one breath and wilted with the next, gleamed like molten gold. Flowering vines crept across her body in the facsimile of a gown. As always, the low buzz of bees accompanied her presence.

Elizaveta didn’t bother with any false pleasantries. Her voice was low, raspy, as if she hadn’t spoken in decades. “It has been quite a time since we last met, Morozova.”

“Has it? I hadn’t noticed.” Aleksander remained standing at the end of the table, his arms clasped behind his back. It was nothing more than strategic posturing, a reminder of who was in power. The Little Palace was his. The Second Army was his. And with time, something he had no shortage of, Ravka would be his as well.

Judging from the darkening of Elizaveta’s complexion, she understood his intentions. But instead of rising to her feet to mirror him, she merely steepled her fingers and narrowed her eyes. The buzzing of her bees grew louder until it seemed to ricochet off the stone walls. 

“Enough, boy. I am here so you can explain yourself. Talk.”

Aleksander bristled at the command in her voice. Under his feet, the shadows writhed like a living creature struggling to free itself. Casually, he unclasped his hands and allowed them to come to a rest at his sides. “I wasn’t aware I had something to explain,” he said with as much insolence as he could manage.

Something he had learned over the years was that Elizaveta was slow to anger. Whether it was a learned patience that came with the centuries or a deliberate tactic to mislead others, Aleksander still wasn’t sure. But now, her eyes simmered with a thinly-veiled rage. How fascinating. Even the Saints had their limits, he supposed, and he couldn’t help wanting to push her just a bit further.

“The Fold,” Elizaveta hissed. Her nails dug into the backs of her hands. “It grew.”

The scars on his face suddenly ached, the memory of hours under a Healer’s hand coming back to haunt him. Aleksander tilted his head to the side and let the shadows hide the damage, but he knew Elizaveta had already seen what had happened to him. What she had done to him. 

“So it did. You should be thanking me, seeing as I’ve expanded your domain.”

“It is an abomination. Merzost,” Elizaveta snarled. The buzzing rose to a fever pitch. “You are playing with laws you do not understand.”

“And who wrote those laws?” Aleksander asked, voice quiet. He was tired of being told what he could or couldn’t do. His own limits were the only thing that stood between him and his goals, and he had yet to reach them. He would never reach them. “You are obeying a master whose face you have never seen. Are you content with that, Sankta?”

Elizaveta was silent for a moment, his words heavy between them. Then, in the end, as it often did, her pride won out. Her eyes flashed. “You are a fool, Morozova. You, your army, that girl–”

“Do you know what the people call her?” he interrupted. “Sol Koroleva. Sankta Alina.”

Something in his blood whispered at the mention of her name, like calling to like. She would be by his side again soon enough. 

Elizaveta apparently felt no such kinship with her. Her lips curled into a sneer. 

“She is no Saint. And neither are you, boy, as grand as your desires may be.”

Aleksander spread his arms wide, shadows twisting around his fingers like snakes. The room darkened until it was just the two of them alone in the black, two gods before there was a world. When he spoke, he made his words deadly soft. A challenge. “The Saints are just Grisha are they not? They call me a Saint? Fine, I’ll be their Saint. It’s as simple as that.”

“‘Sankt’ is not a title you can bestow upon yourself, Aleksander.” She rose to her feet and began walking around the table toward him. With each step, the marble floor cracked and split, flowers bursting forth until his war room began to resemble a garden. His lips quirked at that. That would be a bother to fix in the morning. She came to a stop an arms length away from him, and this close, her beauty was stunning and frightening in equal measure. But it had been centuries since something had truly frightened Aleksander, and there was nothing Elizaveta could do to make him act like a pious man frightened of her shadow.

“I have lived for eons,” Elizaveta intoned gravely. “And I will live for eons more. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen hundreds of Grisha martyred. I have seen everything there is and everything there will be. You are nothing special.”

Aleksander clicked his tongue softly and took a step closer to her. “You lack imagination. You’ve grown content on your perch and don’t want for more. That is why I will surpass you, Sankta. I know how to keep wanting.”

Elizaveta scoffed, but Aleksander could see a flash of realization in her eyes. “Wanting makes you weak.”

A deflection at best. Aleksander knew he had won. He closed the distance between them and leaned in closer until he could whisper into her ear.

“It is lack of wanting that makes you complacent, Elizaveta. The Age of Saints is over. Your successors are already here. Do you see the way we bend Ravka to our whims, the way we rewrite the world you passed down to us? You will come to see the truth, or be trampled into the mud.”

Elizaveta tilted her head back, red lips curling into a venomous smile. “Do not equate ambition with power, Aleksander. It will be your ruin.”

With that final barb, she stepped away from him, her dismissal clear. Aleksander let the shadows dissipate into nothing. There was no use arguing with words what he could prove with results. He clasped his hands behind his back again.

“When you are ready to become more than a Saint, you know where to find me.”

Elizaveta let her fingers trail across the war table surface until they came to a stop above the black slash that represented the Fold. She traced the edges of it, fresh paint covering what had once been Novokribirsk. “And what is above a Saint?”

He smiled, cruel and terrible. “A god.”

Elizaveta burst out laughing, the sound harsh and discordant. “You are a mouse dreaming of becoming a dragon. Be content with your army, little mouse. Go and find your sun saint. They are all that you will have.”

Aleksander shrugged. “Perhaps. Or perhaps not.”

Without another word, he turned on his heel and exited the war room, not bothering to look back, not caring if she left or stayed. She would come crawling back to him once she realized he was right. They all would.

#gvbbrmb22 #gvbbrmbfic22 #gang 5 #tgt #the grisha trilogy #tgt writing #the darkling #sankta lizabeta #elizaveta #grishaverse #leigh bardugo #my writing #king of scars #anyway it's my first time writing darkles so if it's bad keep that to yourself 😤

[postcard-from-the-past]

Russian vintage postcard, illustrated by Elisabeth Boehm

#elizaveta #russian #postal #old #photo #photography #briefkaart #bem #sepia #postkaart #carte postale #elizaveta bem #postkarte #historic #vintage #illustrated #postcard #tarjeta #ephemera #ansichtskarte