#xdarklingx

[sankta-alina-s]

@xdarklingx

Chained to the floor in a tent erected in the middle of a snowy meadow, Alina’s thoughts were not on her surroundings.  Instead the Sun Summoner could only hear the echo of Ana Kuya’s warning the first time she bled, the summer of her thirteenth year.

‘Men will whisper pretty words and promise you the world, but you mustn’t succumb until you are properly wed.  A man can walk away after a tumble with no consequences, but a woman will always pay the price.’

If only Ana Kuya could see her now.

Alina was brought back to the present by the appearance of David wielding the stag’s antlers.  The Fabrikator had fused the pieces of antler to form a sort of collar which would be placed upon her throat.  She leaned back as far as she could from David’s outstretched hands, eyes seeking out the Darkling’s.  Her stomach flip-flopped in a way that was wholly unrelated to the man’s child that she was now carrying.

Two months on the hunt with Mal and she didn’t have her cycle once.  It had never been wholly regular, what with her poor health before discovering her Grisha abilities.  However, since she’d begun to summon, Alina found her cycle ran like clockwork. Combined with the utter fatigue and waves of nausea, it had been all too clear what was wrong.  They’d only been together once- the night of the Winter Fete- yet it had been enough.

“We need to talk,” Alina ordered, voice stern in the hopes of getting her point across. “Alone.”  She stared Aleksander down despite knowing that she didn’t look so threatening while disheveled on the floor.  

#r: like calls to like #xdarklingx

[tofeelthecold]

@xdarklingx​ hit the heart.

“You lied,” Alina accused him. “You lied and you just wanted to use me for your own reasons. There’s no peace for Ravka is there? There’s only going to be whatever you want and you want to use me...don’t you?”

#xdarklingx

[courtofmuses-archive]

@xdarklingx​ liked for a starter.

Alina missed the Little Palace. She knew she ought not to. She knew it was probably wrong. But part of her - the human part of her - missed the luxuries she had grown accustomed to while there. She missed the fancy room and the large, soft bed. She missed the beautiful keftas, the food, and the girls she had come to call friends. Mostly, she missed being more than just the Shu orphan that people sneered down at. 

She immediately felt guilty for her selfish desires as she huddled into the blanket Mal had found for her. It was threadbare and musty, but it was better than nothing. They had no money for a room at an inn, and were lucky the innkeeper allowed them to work for a few nights in the worst room the place had to offer. Alina found herself second guessing running from the things she was afraid of. The uncertainty of her power, the scale of it, the way she had enjoyed the rush that had surged through her. It had felt good. She had felt worthy. 

At night when she lay on the hard pallet that passed for a bed, she thought about him. General Kirigan. Aleksander. Alina couldn’t help how many times she had replayed the kiss they had shared in her mind. It had awakened something inside of Alina she was not familiar with. She could still feel the press of his lips against hers and she hated herself for wanting. 

Sighing, unable to get any rest, she stood from the pallet and wandered from the room. Mal was deep asleep across the room from her. Alina felt suffocated all of a sudden. She needed air. 

The inn was quiet as she padded across the common area and toward the exit behind the stairs. The night air was chill but she felt relief as it filled her lungs. Alina pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders with one hand, the other she extended and a ball of light flared to life, lighting the darkness around her. It immediately warmed her. 

“What am I doing?” she asked the night before her softly.

#xdarklingx #v: tbd; #c: alina starkov #i hope this is okay! #if you want anything changed #just let me know #feel free to hmu on discord #if you'd like to chat! #username is in my pinned post :)

[brimfire-and-hellstone]

The Way It Goes

     It just was wet and humid outside; the perfect conditions to go mushroom picking, in Kriemhild’s opinion. It’s what she spent dusk doing until more dark clouds rolled in, which prompted the witch to return home.

She didn’t mind living alone anymore, every now and then she would see a lost passerby or some drunk idiot wandering around and would watch them. From that, she got to see a variety of “interesting” things happen and even took part in the drama from afar. Sometimes different visitors would come across Kriemhild’s cottage, the wildlife were her favorite-she could rely on them to come back when she needed to before.

But it was rare when someone would find her home on purpose-like they were actually looking for her. Not that Kriemhild was concerned, anyone with sense would leave immediately or she would make them leave. If she wanted to make an appearance, she would do so when she felt like it.

It was pouring whenever the witch stepped out of her cottage again, this time she took a seat near her door and watched the lightning show up in the distance. She set three empty glass jars next to her before relaxing.

@xdarklingx

#xdarklingx

[siderealxmelody]

Rotten

@xdarklingx

"My coldolances on Ludamilla, she seemed lovely."

Aleksander turned from the wall of shadows, from the eerie silence that hung in it. A breath held waiting for what was next.

It almost felt alive - which was ridiculous. His shadows came to him and he struck out at the man in a rage.

No one said her name - especially not someone who didn't know her.

Xavier only grinned and flicked his fingers - a shield of blood appearing just as Aleksander's cut tore through the air.

"My family has a couple generations of Mervost exoerimentarion on on yours Aleksander. Maybe try that again in another 100 years."

He gazed up at wall of the shadow, he could almost hear the locks begin to break. They'd have an unlimited supply of Fiends soon. It was better than anything he could have planned - Ilya would have been proud.

Well that part wasn't true, but he'd be proud enough for the both of them.

"I should have torn at the ground, maybe then I would have been allowed to keep my baby girl."

He reached for the Fold, laughing as the shadows moved around them.

"Like calls to Like, but it also repels. Two negatives can never be anything to each other."

He dropped his hand and turned to Aleksander.

"Do you know the secret in your blood Aleksander?"

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Sabina held her son close, long after his father had fallen asleep. There is a secret in our blood Little Crescent? Would you like to know what it is?"

Aleksander had smiled and nodded, he was always eager for stories from his mother.

"Long way from here is a valley, it never dies, it never withers. It is a seat of paradise in this wretched world. It belongs to us, it calls to us - to wish for us home."

"Why aren't we there then Mama? We should be! Then you wouldn't need to go hungry for us!"

Sabina had smiled, half-crazed for a moment before she drew that expression closed. She cupped his face and kissed his forehead.

"It is not time yet, it will be soon. Then we will never starve again my love."

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"If you do I can teach you more, I can introduce you to the right people. Before you ask what I want - it's to make sure the knowledge isn't lost. I want a worthy pupil and your grandfather and Valentine were only so good. They cared about material things like their souls. I am sensing you hold no such qualms no?"

He turned finally looking fully at him.

#meet xavier :) #xdarklingx

[mysticaltwoface]

Who is The fool?

From This Here

“What did you expect me to do after your half Truths A...General Kirigan?”

she wouldn’t dare speak the name he told her,It’d make her weak for him and she’d fall for his lies..oh saints she almost gave herself to him

“And look at where those choices leaded you!” she almost yelled in rage

@xdarklingx​

#xdarklingx #This is what I am (Alina Starkov)

[noblehcart]

@xdarklingx

"Oh, I know exactly what it is you want." Soft delighted laughter floated through the stables as she was greeted by the warmth of the horse's head butting against the sides of her face. The only sounds filling the air being the shuffling sounds of hooves, her breathy laughter and the neighing of the horses in their stalls. Her hands reach to rub back against the horse as she basked in the quiet of the late night hours of peace. It felt like the only place she belonged in the Little Palace as of late, now that she had been labeled as 'traitorborne'.

How was she supposed to bear her parents history and her uncle's choices having been made before she was born. All choice was never her own....just as it wasn't now in being brought here.

Except for this it seemed. Creeping from her bed to visit the empty stables, warmed by soft glow of lights, allowing cozy shadows to soften the area. Fingers delved into her pocket to produce the apple, that had been carefully hidden from dinner, now extended in offering to the horse so clearly expectant of it. More delighted soft laughter followed at the clear crunching of fruit while her free hand lifted, heels rising in tandem to gently rub at the horse's ears now as she murmured quietly. "One of these days maybe you and I ought to take a ride. Being as we're friends and all. How does that sound? Hm?"

#xdarklingx #/ liesel ivanov / threads

[mercyburned-aa]

@xdarklingx​

          her family had made it across the sea from the wandering isle,  though not all in one piece.  her sister bethany was gone and so was her mother;  her brother carver had joined the first army.  she hadn’t seen him in months.  and father...  well,  whatever he had done to get her back from the kaelish who had kidnapped her and tried to drain out her life,  he’d withered away to nothing and died.  now she was all that was left.  margo’s arms were folded across her chest,  her long,  thin fingers gripping on to her upper arms with black-painted nails pressed in against her skin.  grey eyes were a brewing storm and she wanted to believe that someone would fight for people like herself,  but she’d never been lucky so far in life.  every victory had come at the greatest cost. 

‘ so you want to help grisha ? ’    she’d never met others like herself,  outside of her father and her sister.  ‘ tell me your name first. ’

#xdarklingx #&. ‛ interactions.︐ › margo hawke. #&. ‛ i could write it better than you ever felt it.︐ › threads. #let me know if this works !! #i'm still reading the books kdsfjghsdkj #margo is / would be a squaller !

[bloodusedarch]

Comfort Starters

HIS  WORDS  MADE  HER  SPEECHLESS,  afraid  of  the  thoughts  she  might  be  dreaming.  the  wait  for  this  moment  was  so  long,  how  much  she’d  begged  for  some  kind  of  affection.  her  mouth  opened  a  little,  but  she  remained  silend.  there  were  no  words  for  the  feeling  she  felt  right  now.  relief?  -                                happiness?  or  did  she  actually  got  scared  of  the  fact  the  feelings  were  mutual?  EMOTIONS  WERE  FLOWING  THROUGH  HER  BODY.  she  couldn’t  really  control  them.

                      eyes  stared  towards  his  face,  reliving  the  moment  to  be  completely  sure  -  she  did  not  dream  it.  SHE  FELT  TEARS  BURNING  IN  HER  EYES.  without  realising,  she’d  started  moving  towards  him.  how  much  she  wanted  to  admit  she  didn’t  needed  him,  realised  she  would  be  lying.  tatia  needed  him,  more  than  he’d  expect.  movements  stopped  when  she  was  right  in  front  of  him,  chests  inches  away  from  each  other.  head  moving  up,  eyes  focussed  upon  his.  ‘’  please,  don’t  lie  to  me.  ’‘’

⋆ ╹*       @xdarklingx​ SAID*           “You’re safe now, I promise.”

#⋆ ╹* 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 || 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 ❪ WRITINGS. ❫ #⋆ ╹* 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 || 𝖵𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖤 ❪ SHADOW AND BONE. ❫ #xdarklingx

[sankta-alina-s]

@xdarklingx

The Darkling- for how could she ever call him Aleksander again?- could be marching upon Os Alta any day now.  The city should have been fortifying, the Grisha should have been training non-stop.  Instead, the Grand and Little Palaces were thrown in upheaval by the Tsar’s asinine masquerade ball.  If Alina could have throttled the man without risk of execution, she certainly would have upon learning of his plans.  The Tsar spun the event as a way to show their enemies, both domestic and abroad, that life continued on in Ravka.  Alina thought it simply another excuse for the Tsar to indulge in his love of excess and pomp.

The Sun Summoner was torn from her duties the week before the ball to engage in dance lessons.  She’d protested when the ‘offer’ was given to her, knowing that her time could be spent better elsewhere.  Yet she would need to attend the masquerade and interact with those guests that the Lantsovs deemed ‘important’.  

The night of the masquerade saw her twirled from partner to partner; at one point she’d even danced with the Duke of Keramsov, who ‘recognized’ her now that she was the Leader of the Second Army and not one of his countless orphans.

Her feet were growing sore and her calves were straining from the heeled shoes she’d been strapped into.  At one point Alina had caught her reflection in one of the gilded mirrors in the ballroom; she wasn’t fooling anyone with her golden gown and embellished mask.  Her ensemble had been delivered to her by care of the Tsaritsa, brooking no argument as to how on the nose her costume appeared.  The Lantsovs clearly wanted their guests to know who exactly the Sun Summoner was.

A brief respite in partners allowed her a moment to scan the ballroom for the familiar sight of her oprichniki.  She’d spotted Mal somewhere during her last dance, but couldn’t spy him again.

Another dance partner appeared before her and offered his hand, which Alina forced herself to accept graciously.  A familiar wave of surety passed through her, tinged with a hollow feeling of longing, when her skin met his.  Alina’s head shot up, meeting the eyes of the Darkling through his mask. 

#r: like calls to like #xdarklingx #verse: siege and storm #wish list: alternate siege and storm 1

[tofeelthecold]

@xdarklingx​ hit the heart.

Kaz knew to be cautious around this man, there was far too many stories about the Darkling’s power and he’d seen it for himself. But now he wondered what he wanted, oh he could guess but he wasn’t going to give in that easily. “Did you need something? Or is this another friendly discussion about her?”

#lmk if I need to change anything #xdarklingx

[elisethetraveller]

Continued from; xdarklingx

𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. “ Then what… are you? ” The words come quietly, but heavily, on the air, his tone one of mild interest.

Yes, that was the golden question wasn’t it? What was she... Elise still used mage to define herself, but on some level she...knew that wasn’t entirely what she was. At least not anymore. “Where I am from we call it a mage. It is...similar to being Grisha, from what I have seen.”

( @xdarklingx )

#ic #xdarklingx

[dekoranevich]

@xdarklingx​ said: ❝ Harden your heart. ❞ ( the cruel prince sentence starters | accepting )

She is trying. The world outside the palaces may be unforgiving but the world within is cruel; she can feel the queen’s fingers gripping her chin so tightly they leave bruises she has to cover, and she can feel eyes on her, always, always. She doesn’t think of the worst of it, if it can be helped, but it’s there. And if there were still a girl who could be wounded, a girl without walls around her heart buried somewhere within her, their Sun Summoner would be able to draw her out. 

     Alina is hurting, she wants to say, and I don’t like to see it, and I can’t give her answers, and I don’t want to lie to her anymore. But she hears his voice speaking over her own — promises of safety or promises of retribution. Reminders that she is necessary, she is valuable, she will never be powerless again once this has begin. 

     Harden your heart. Advice easier given than taken, she thinks, but Genya swallows hard, and she nods. Her only open ally, here, and she may alienate her before the real work can be done. 

     After another beat’s silence Genya clears her throat. “The King has been feeling unwell lately,” she says, voice a little strained, but there’s a fierce pride in her eyes. ( It almost frightens her, how much she enjoys the suffering she can inflict herself. Retribution, indeed. ) “The effects are compounding. Should I slow down?”

     ( She is a soldier, awaiting instruction from her general. ) 

#xdarklingx #i. was it that or just the act of making noise that brought you joy? ( answered ) #v. just be careful. (of what?) of powerful men. ( canon timeline: shadow and bone ) #(ty for sending this in !! c: ) #(genya's relationship w/ the darkling is so fascinating and i love any chance to dig into that dynamic)

[siderealxmelody]

Consequences

@xdarklingx

“I don’t care what she did to Kore! She was the closest thing I had to a mother Aidon! You’ve met our mother - she barely acknowledged us after Daddy left!”

Hebe turned away, her claimant glowing faintly, he was too far gone - so far away to be of any help. Aidon wouldn’t kill her...would he? He wouldn’t cross that line...would he?

She turned back to him, fire in her eyes. 

“She was there for me when my own family wasn’t. It wasn’t her fault Daddy left us was it? Why not kill Father? Is this a twisted love letter to her? Are you hoping she’ll come back to you if you kill her aunt?”

#idk what hebe is talking about but here you go #xdarklingx

[telledstories-archived]

@xdarklingx​ cont. thread.      →   tatia petrova.

big,   doe   eyes   watched   the   male   and   a   smile   curled   upon   her   lips.   she   didn’t   really   expected   this   answer,   but   it   made   her   happy.   when   he   pulled   her   closer,   tatia’s   heart   skipped   a   beat.   SHE   COULD   FEEL   HIS   HEARTBEAT   THROUGH   HIS   SHIRT.   she   remained   quited   for   a   moment,   enjoying   his   body   against   hers.   she’d   closed   her   eyes   for   a   moment,   not   wanting   this   moment   to   end.   a   warm   feeling   appeared   inside   her   body   and   she   couldn’t   help   it   but   smile   about   it.   HER   FEELINGS   FOR   HIM   GREW   EVERY   MINUTE      &&.      it   scared   her   how   much   she   cared   for   the   darkling.   eyes   moved   up   so   she   could   look   him   into   the   eye,   his   beautiful,   dark   eyes.   ‘’   i   don’t   want   you   to   go.   ‘’   she   breathed.   hands   moving   up   and   gently   touched   his   cheek.   tatia   smiled   while   her   fingers   stroked   through   his   beard.   eyes   moved   towards   his   lips,   the   urge   to   press   hers   against   his   was   big   -                                    but   she   could   control   herself.   even   though   she   didn’t   wanted   to.   ‘’   stay   the   night   with   me   ??   ‘’   her   question   left   her   lips   before   she   knew   it.   blinking   surprised,   tatia   waited   for   his   answer.   

#*ぃ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. — tatia petrova. #xdarklingx #QUEUE.

[cosmicvrse]

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 ; flames burning bright on  the candles which surround her . lengthy , soft spoken voice whispers an incantation , igniting the herbs in the cauldron . the corners of her mouth twist upward ever slightly in a smile . a sense of pride comes over her ; knowing that her assignment for class was successful , and she would be able to go to class tomorrow well prepared . though , one should expect no less from the tribrid . after all , she was a mikaelson witch  [   . . .  ]   and a powerful creature at that . 

blue  hues  drift  upward  when  she  takes  note  of  looming  ,  steadily  approaching shadows . a sudden feeling of uncertainty follows suit , its darkness vibrating every cell of her body .    ❝   . . .   what the  ___ ? ❞    her question remains incomplete as she sees him , brows raising in confusion and even a tinge of fear .  ❝   . . .   who the hell are you ? ❞  her voice becomes more stern , more harsh ; all the while , she cannot help but to wonder HOW he got on campus . 

@xdarklingx​   \   closed . 

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