Your English teacher and your gym teacher are getting married 🌗
For Darklina Week 2025 Day 3: Academia

Kiana Khansmith
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Discoholic 🪩
trying on a metaphor
Keni

Love Begins
DEAR READER
todays bird
YOU ARE THE REASON
Stranger Things

PR's Tumblrdome
Misplaced Lens Cap
Three Goblin Art
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

@theartofmadeline

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

JVL

oozey mess
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Your English teacher and your gym teacher are getting married 🌗
For Darklina Week 2025 Day 3: Academia
Misery Lark and her ✨husband✨ Lowe Moreland
Misery and Lowe🐺🩸💍
“There isn’t any choice to make. This is what was meant to be.”
- Siege and Storm
I’m begging for some darklina tummy kisses from the prompt list
And I’m totally taking it. (cw: pregnancy)
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“Can you feel anything?” I asked.
“No, it’s far too early for that.” Aleksander had pushed my shirt up to my ribs and was drawing small circles on my abdomen with his fingers. He ducked his head to kiss me there, then asked, “What did they teach you at that orphanage?”
I threw a small pillow at him. It bounced harmlessly off his shoulder, and I felt his smile against my stomach. “I know how babies are made,” I scoffed. “Ana Kuya was adamant that we not make them out of wedlock.”
“Hmm.” He nuzzled my stomach. “You did keep that promise.”
I’m begging for some darklina tummy kisses from the prompt list
And I’m totally taking it. (cw: pregnancy)
more kiss prompts | more kiss fills
“Can you feel anything?” I asked.
“No, it’s far too early for that.” Aleksander had pushed my shirt up to my ribs and was drawing small circles on my abdomen with his fingers. He ducked his head to kiss me there, then asked, “What did they teach you at that orphanage?”
I threw a small pillow at him. It bounced harmlessly off his shoulder, and I felt his smile against my stomach. “I know how babies are made,” I scoffed. “Ana Kuya was adamant that we not make them out of wedlock.”
“Hmm.” He nuzzled my stomach. “You did keep that promise.”
Darklina and Secret kisses please
Me whenever I want to write canonverse but don’t want to explain why they don’t hate each other: Timeless ‘verse. They are married. The end!
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In Aleksander’s defense, the play was boring: another Ravkan rumination on suffering and the human condition. High art, sure, with stellar performances, but neither of us needed the reminder. We’d each had our fair share of both.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he leaned over and began to kiss my neck, but I found myself blushing like a schoolgirl anyway. We were in the box that had formerly belonged to the Ravkan royal family, relatively secluded, high above everyone else. But he had never been so affectionate with me in such a public place before, and I grew warmer and more flustered as one of his hands started sliding up my leg.
“Stop,” I whispered, swatting at him. “People are going to see.”
“Are they?”
I looked out toward the stage and saw that my husband had conjured a screen of dark shadow to shield us from prying eyes. Even if someone did look up into the box to try to catch a glimpse of us, maybe to ascertain whether we were enjoying the production, they wouldn’t be able to.
“Oh,” I said, feeling a little sheepish. But mischief rose in me, too, and I welcomed it. How long had it been since I last felt playful? “Well, then.”
“Well,” Aleksander said. His hand rested on my thigh.
“There really is no harm.”
“No, there isn’t.”
Now it was my turn to surprise him. I stood from my chair, pushing him back into his, and hiked up my dress to climb onto his lap. Even in the dark, with the stage lights muted by shadow, I saw his eyes brighten.
“Just kissing,” I warned, sliding my hands into his hair and ducking my head to claim his mouth with mine. Between kisses, I added, “And just until intermission.”
I felt him smile against my mouth. “We’ll see.”
omg #16 nose kisses with darklina...
“One time it horrified me when you called me that,” I said, twining my arms around his neck. “Years ago.”
“And now?”
“Now I want to hear you say it again.”
He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose. “My Alina.”
“Yours,” I whispered, and pressed up onto my toes to return the favor. “And my Aleksander.”
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Trade with the dearest @blushnik 🖤🌒🖤
“The volcra, the nichevo’ya, they were my monsters, all of them. And he was my monster, too.”
The Darkling from Grishaverse
Inspired by this
In case anyone still had doubts - Ben Barnes ships Darklina!
3 question and answer and I don't want anything more. My Black General - forever with you and thank you for everything. I believe that I will see you again someday!
Literally nothing makes me go feral more than this absolute bastard man asking if Alina will have his name. Like you want her to take your name?? You want her to use it??? You want to give it to her?? You want her to to possess it?? What are you, proposing?!?
I’m absolutely gnawing at the bars of my cage thinking about how he requested to share his name with her. How he asked if she would have it and take it and make the words her own, and his own, and theirs, together, privately. As if they were a part of some quiet, personal wedding, speaking vows just between the two of them that nobody else will ever know. Sacred and eternal.
The tags 👆👆👆👆
Sankta Alina
The Black Heretic
Hohoho it's me again trying a new artstyle! I hate it. Never going back. Kudos. One thing it showed me, tho, is that I need to study colors...
Shadow and Bone had the potential to be a REVOLUTIONARY series but ended up falling short partly because of leigh bardugo's inexperience as a writer but also because of its target audience.
I think if it had been written for a slightly older demographic it could've explored some of its more mature/complicated themes without worrying about having to be like. So black-and-white with its morality. I'm mostly referring to Darklina but also the perspectives of both sides of the war
Putting the (potentially rambly and incoherent) post under a readmore bc spoilers
For me, being hyperfixated on a piece of fiction is like an itch. I can scratch at it until I lose all track of time. Initially, the scratching provides a sense of thrill and comfort. Lots of it. But it's only a matter of time before the irritation and bleeding kicks in. Still, I go on scratching the itch until I can't do so anymore. Time flies. The wound eventually heals. The scars, however, remain forever and I am tremendously fond of them. Then, there are times when some scars begin to itch all over again and I just can't resist it.
pls i saw that tumblr post and immediately thought "this is literally the plot of siege and storm & ruin and rising".
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