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dhampiravidi · 2 months
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hot take: Darklina's kid wouldn't be a Sun OR Shadow Summoner...
this theory goes against the regular Grisha power "inheritance" rules (if you're Grisha, one of your parents was the same type as you), but I don't care, bc neither Alina nor Aleksander were really "normal". & that shit w/Zoya & Juris still makes me salty (no spoilers though), OP ugh.
ANYWAY--
imagine the Darklina kid having the power of gravity, kinetic energy, or merzost itself (w/the harmful effects). let me explain.
gravity is unseen. stars are basically just balls of plasma held together by gravity & a lot of movements/phenomena we study concerning outer space is thanks to the gravitational pull of a star on other stuff. also, Aleks controls the unseen, in a way.
kinetic energy = movement in general. Gambit/Remy LeBeau from the X-Men (Marvel Comics) controls this, so he can make objects spontaneously combust OR slow things down. cue the ultimate form of Etherealki!!
merzost is, in short, forbidden magic that everyone finds unpredictable & costly. but Ilya Morozova had a pretty good handle on it. he was able to resurrect his daughter using it & his exposure to it altered his blood/DNA/whatever enough to give his descendants a new Grisha power (IDK why HE didn't become a Shadow Summoner). so a merzost Grisha might be an advanced Healer, able to completely resurrect & reconstitute people. maybe they could speak to spirits. tbh merzost is just witchy jurda parem.
I've seen lots of fics about the Reader being a "Star Summoner" or a "Moon Summoner"...if you use these ideas, please tag/credit me! I'd love to see your take on these--
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@starlsssankt @sankta-alina-s
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m4rs-ex3 · 2 months
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not what you want to be, and not what aligns with your personality bc that's not really a thing, but. yk. what fits ur vibe
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savethegrishaverse · 4 months
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miss-fabrikator · 1 year
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Zoya: I think we can all agree I’m the ten amongst these threes. 
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callosiity · 1 year
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— SHADOW & BONE AESTHETIC
ETHEREALKI : ORDER OF THE SUMMONERS, squaller, inferni, and tidemaker
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inahandful-of-dust · 2 years
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Ben Barnes as ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA in his Shadow Summoner kefta and cloak in SHADOW AND BONE (2021-) Season 1
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yruxullust · 1 year
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I'll rewatch the S2 this week, but I must say that after a few days of cooling down the first view...
SPOILERS AHEAD
I still don't buy how they swept off the existence of David, not only as a genyavid fan but also as a believer in what the Triumvirate means for the grisha. I mean, it was one grisha\one order to make clear that every grisha was THE SAME aside from their powers and they've just erased the durasts key role in almost everything grisha and war-related. Not to mention the importance of David in the development of weapons together with Nikolai for the incoming war.
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stromuprisahat · 2 years
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Shouldn't all powerful, experienced Etherealki be able to perform the Cut?
“It’s called the Cut. It requires great power and great focus; it’s something few Grisha can do.”
Shouldn’t powerful Materialki and Corporalki be VERY good in it?!
Just imagine David dicing stuff from afar seemingly with no effort at all.
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number-0-iz · 1 year
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I've had enough of Netflix and there shitty fucking marketing. This is fycking ridiculous. ITS A LITTLE MORE THAN A MONTH TO GO UNTIL THE NEW SHADOW AND BONE SEASON AIRS AND WE STILL HAVEN'T HAD
A fucking trailer
Posters
Cast interviews
Like tf? What kind of bullshit is this? Netflix really is hanging on with it's very last thread because they cancelled a lot of good shows for absolutely no fucking reason. If they fuck this up, I seriously am considering cancelling my subscription.
(The same goes for pixelberry/play choices regarding Blades of Light and Shadow book 2 btw, on which we have been waiting 3 years and got pushed back twice)
I am done with waiting on netflix so I decided to take it to them. Let's pester them into giving it to us.
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fandom-101 · 2 years
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YOOOOO BLOOD BENDING VS METAL BENDING!!
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Deserted Winter Night:
Summary: When SiZhui falls ill, Lan Wangji tells him the story of Sankt Zichen and Sankt XingChen of the Deserted Winter Night, history and legend’s two most tragic Saints.
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Stories were what cemented SiZhui’s faith in Saints. Tales of the noble Sheng, as they were called in Shu. Stories Lan Wangji told him at night to help him sleep when SiZhui, a young child, was plagued by fevers and the nightmares that accompanied them.
“Sheng Zichen,” Lan Wangji would murmur as the snow fell outside SiZhui’s window. “The silent frost. Sheng XingChen,” he would nod to the moon, allowing its light to spill over his features and onto the bed. “The blind moon.”
“Who were they?” SiZhui whispered, his voice feeble but his mind eager. It didn’t matter that Lan Wangji was a man of a few words to others—for his son, he could tell stories as well as he could play the guqin.
Lan Wangji sighed, looking away from the snow to brush his son’s hair from his forehead and lay a cool cloth to burning skin.
“They are the greatest tragedy of the world.” Lan Wangji answered after a moment. “Sheng Hua Cheng and Sheng Xie Lian, the greatest love story, the Saints of overcoming obstacles and eternity. You remember them?”
SiZhui nodded. Lan Wangji folded his hands. “Sheng Zichen and Sheng XingChen are like them, a pair of Saints, but their story does not have a happy ending. They are the Saints of mourning, of that which is lost to winter. Huāng dōng yè de Zǐchén shèngrén hé XīngChén shèngrén; Sankt Zichen and Sankt XingChen of the Deserted Winter Night.”
“What happened to them?” SiZhui asked, entranced by the name.
“They were once two mighty Etherealki.” Lan Wangji raised his hands, and at his command, snow swept into the room and hovered in a swirl, forming a star before flying back out. “Xiao XingChen was a Tidemaker. Song Zichen was a Squaller.”
“Like you and Grand-Uncle!” SiZhui grinned. “Sheng XingChen was like Uncle Xichen, long ago, right?”
Lan Wangji’s lips turned up slightly, and he fixed the covers. “Right. We looked up to them, your uncle and I. I wanted to be a powerful Etherealnik who could control the snow like Song Zichen. Your uncle admired Xiao XingChen greatly, because he was exactly like the moon. The tides bowed to his will the way subjects bow to a king.”
The word ‘king’ made SiZhui curious. “Which king did they serve?” he asked. “Were they part of the Grisha army?”
Lan Wangji shook his head. “They served no king, fought in no army. They were like the elements the commanded, coming and going to help those in need, who wished to establish a sect based on not blood ties or abilities, but ideals. They were wanderers who did not care about who had power, only who needed theirs. Unfortunately,” he sighed, his light eyes looking regretful, “it would later be what caused their end.”
SiZhui attempted to sit up, eager to listen, but Lan Wangji gently pushed him back down.
“Patience, and I will tell you.”
As SiZhui obediently tucked himself into his covers again, eyes shining with curiosity, Lan Wangji straightened, closing his eyes to think, and then opened them.
“Xiao XingChen was the student of the immortal Baoshan Sanren, and people say he descended from her mountain to travel the world and help those in need. Song Zichen came from a temple, a follower of The Path. Song Zichen and Xiao XingChen travelled together, helping those in need. They asked for no payment and did not walk away from those who were suffering.
“One day, a man came to Xiao XingChen for help. His family had been murdered and he wanted to find the criminal. Xiao XingChen was a kind soul, and eventually he tracked down the killer, an Alkemi named Xue Yang. Xiao XingChen turned him over for trial and execution, but the man suddenly recanted his statement, even though Xiao XingChen had found the culprit. The man refused to explain further, leaving behind Xue Yang and Xiao XingChen. Xue Yang warned Xiao XingChen not to forget him and that they would meet again. Xiao XingChen took no heed of the words and left.”
“So what happened?” SiZhui asked.
Lan Wangji looked back at the window, studying the moonlight as it fell on the snow.
“The temple Song Zichen belonged to was attacked, its inhabitants slaughtered and its floors soaked in blood. Xue Yang had massacred Baixue temple, and within it, he poisoned Song Zichen’s eyes. ‘Tell Xiao XingChen this is a gift from me!’ Xue Yang said to Song Zichen, leaving him for dead. When Xiao XingChen discovered him, Song Zichen was almost gone. Despairing with grief, Song Zichen told Xiao XingChen not to meet with him again.”
“Then?” SiZhui breathed, fascinated.
“Xiao XingChen broke his vow to Immortal Baoshan Sanren, taking Song Zichen to her mountain and begging for him to be healed. Xiao XingChen carved out his own eyes for Song Zichen, then left the mountain. Song Zichen recovered and left as well, but they did not reunite.”
SiZhui frowned, dissatisfied. “Why wouldn’t they reunite? Weren’t they close?”
“They were, but wounds are wounds.” Lan Wangji soaked the cloth again and returned it to SiZhui’s forehead. “Later, Xiao XingChen had been found in a small town called Yi City, living with a young otkazat’sya girl named A-Qing and another young man. Xiao XingChen had been hunting fierce corpses, but what he didn’t know was that the young man whom he had saved from death was really Xue Yang, who kept himself hidden from Xiao XingChen even after he was healed. Xue Yang used corpse powder to poison the villagers and cut out their tongue, tricking Xiao XingChen into killing humans instead of fierce corpses.”
SiZhui’s eyes were wide with shock. “What?” he gaped. “He made him kill people?”
Lan Wangji nodded.
“What happened to Song Zichen?” SiZhui asked.
“He wandered the world searching for Xiao XingChen to apologise for their falling out. When he arrived at Yi City, he confronted Xue Yang, who revealed to him Xiao XingChen’s sacrifice. Stunned by this, Song Zichen was caught off-guard, and Xue Yang poisoned him with corpse powder and cut out his tongue. Alerted by the corpse powder, Xiao XingChen unknowingly drove his sword through Song Zichen’s heart. When Song Zichen was stabbed, the winds stopped and the weather became colder, as if the sky had stopped breathing.”
SiZhui’s mouth fell open, his eyes twice their size. This was not a children’s tale anymore, but he needed to know what happened. “And then?” He tugged on Lan Wangji’s sleeve.
“Song Zichen became a fierce corpse. A-Qing, having seen the ordeal, tried to convince Xiao XingChen to leave, but before she succeeded, Xue Yang arrived. Xiao XingChen confronted him, stabbing Xue Yang in the gut, but before he could kill him, Xue Yang revealed that Xiao XingChen had killed the villagers and Song Zichen. Distraught, Xiao XingChen took his own life. People say that at that moment, the seas churned as if in agony, and the moonlight seemed to spill as if weeping, while Yi City was covered in shadows.”
“What happened to Xue Yang?” SiZhui asked.
“He remained in Yi City for several years, until finally, he was killed by Song Zichen, who had managed to break free of the control Xue Yang had put him under, and regained control of his summoning powers. Legends say he became a Shadow Summoner after reawakening. Xiao XingChen’s soul was contained in a pouch, so Song Zichen swore to travel the world and exorcise evil with him, hoping that he would return. And if he did, he would tell Xiao XingChen that he was not at fault.”
Lan Wangji looked out the window at the nighttime scenery.
“Song Zichen, the distant snow and bitter frost, silent grief. Xiao XingChen, the bright moon and gentle breeze, blind justice. Sheng Zichen, patron saint of those seeking a reprieve. Sheng XingChen, patron saint of those who wish to help. Together, saints of mourning. Huāng dōng yè de Zǐchén shèngrén hé XīngChén shèngrén; Sankt Zichen and Sankt XingChen of the Deserted Winter Night.”
SiZhui looked out the window at the night sky, admiring the moonlight coating the fresh snow, the way the frost danced in the breeze.
“When you are wandering, pray to Sankt Zichen and Sankt XingChen,” Lan Wangji said gently. “The moon is blind, so we may find what we seek. The frost is silent, so we may hear what lies around us. For those who wish to help others in this world, A-Yuan, there will always be a reprieve. In the shadows of the winter night, A-Yuan, you will never be alone. Do you understand?”
SiZhui nodded, smiling. “I understand, Father.”
Lan Wangji smiled and smoothed over the covers. “Sleep, now. I will see you in the morning.”
SiZhui’s dreams that night were filled with swirling snow and frost, of bright moonlight and breeze, the way oceans and wind danced together. Shadows covered his mind as two swords flew in sync, perfectly complementing one another.
‘Shuang Hua and Fu Xue uphold righteousness
Stay hidden in a melancholic dream
The knocking of the bamboo sounds like crying, my life is in vain
Leaving behind a lonely city with nowhere to go’
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naushtheaspiringauthor · 11 months
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One thing I'm really confused about is that, Nadia was a squaller in the books, but she wears a kefta with pale blue embroidery in the show. But she provides "air support" to Wylan in the second last episode of s2. So, what exactly is she??
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asexualglory · 2 years
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Alina starkov ☀️
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ALSO shit i forgot in the last ask but. what grisha order are u
AYO. omgomgomgom dont make me CHOOOOOOOOSE lowkey inej is my hero my beautiful my everything id want to be her but ALSO if i had to choose a grisha order uh.
i think even though heartrenders and healers and tailors are based af i couldnt do taht bc. ew human body textures sdfjlskdfjsq i feel uncomfy also thats so much power and its SO COOL but i could not handle it and also would probably never use it in my life bc i dont. like in six of crows. where theres like. bad guys. and also my and my hyper-empathy could never be a doctor and genya is cool and lowkey tailoring would make me some big bucks but also ah id have to be close to human people i dont know and also idk. not the vibe
fabrikators are also based af and i love jesper and his abilities with all my heart BUT im going to go with ETHEREALKI because 1) zoya. is so cool. 2) ive literally always wanted to fly and to have wind powers thats SO COOL. 3) i could like. use it. in my life. to like pick up a book from the other side of a room and bring it over to me!!!!! id never dehydrate bc id just float my water bottle from across the room to me!!!!!! literally i would love that also its blue and its storms and winds and elements and. thats definitely my aesthetic
being a tidemaker bc percy jackson but also no for the reasons above i am a squaller >:) SLAY
what about you bestie????
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shy-forceghost · 2 years
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When presented the question "Which kind of Grisha would you be?" I automatically thought "Etherealki, because that's my favourite shade of blue" and then my brain just ... refused to elaborate? 😭
What does that say about me that I base my decisions on colors?
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