d a r k l i n g

fine, make me your villain. ☾☽☾ indie rp blog for the darkling from the grisha trilogy. written by arili. tracking ravkaneclipse

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just as a note, this blog is next on my ‘to remake’ list after i finish with zoya’s.

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AND I’VE STARTED THE PROCESS.

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also casual note that aleksander ‘protective of his family’ morozova can and will fight anyone who hurts his baby sister. 

(aka roffe he’s watching for you to get your bitch ass out of the sea so he can show you why you should be afraid of the dark.)

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just as a note, this blog is next on my ‘to remake’ list after i finish with zoya’s.

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&&. avntures‌ — signy

          SHE SNIFFS, WIPES HER EYES, tries to regain some semblance of self-control.  signy knows how she must look to him : pathetic, begging for a scrap of pity she doesn’t deserve.  but she can’t just turn away and leave, because that means truly admitting that there is no reversing this, that she’s fucked it up beyond repair, and it almost makes her cry again.     ❛  will you just let me talk to her for a minute?  ❜     this time, her voice is steadier, but the effort to make it so is plain.  signy feels like something inside her is falling apart, something previously steady now shattered, fragile as glass.     ❛  can you ask her if she’ll see me?  just—just for a minute, please.  ❜     ulla might be just a few rooms away.  she wants to call out to her, but courage only goes so far.  hearing it from aleksander is one thing, but to have ulla reject her to her face would be more than she could take.  

“what part of ‘she doesn’t want to see you’ is so difficult to get through your skull?” and, more to the point, aleksander is not putting his sister through having to deal with this girl any more than necessary. scoffing, he crosses his arms, disdain clear in his gaze. “do you truly think that you can just do whatever you want without consequences? how selfish of you.” he’s sure that ulla is listening in, but so long as she doesn’t come and stop him herself, there is no reason for him to let the other girl into their home. “you’re rather pathetic, you know? standing here, making requests that you have no right to make, as if a few tears will sway me. it’s almost sad, how you think that’d work.”

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&&. avntures‌ — signy

          HE HASN’T SAID ANYTHING she doesn’t deserve to hear, but her eyes blur over with tears regardless.  how did things go so wrong so fast?  ulla has always been constant, loyal at signy’s side, the two of them against the world forever—but how fast did signy let go when she thought she saw an opportunity for something more?  had she truly thought ulla would understand?  or had she simply not wanted to look too closely at what she was doing?     ❛  please, i need to explain…  ❜     cold fear curls in the pit of her stomach : she can explain nothing ulla doesn’t already understand.  that’s what’s driven a wedge between them.  she can’t undo what’s done, and ulla can’t un-know it.     ❛  at least let me tell her i’m sorry.  ❜     tears spill over, translucent pearls on ivory cheeks.  her voice shakes.     ❛  she has to know i’m sorry.  ❜

dark eyes, the most obvious trait connecting both brother and sister to the mother they share, watched the girl tearing up, lacking any sign of empathy. tears were always so annoying, in aleksander’s opinion, and were far better suited to children rather than near-adults like signy. but, then again, he had never cared for the girl like ulla had, instead seeing her as his sister’s overly impressionable best friend. “i do hate to repeat myself.” bored, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to send off a text to alina, canceling their study session. no, he wasn’t going to leave ulla alone today, not when he didn’t know how persistent signy would be. “besides, i’m pretty sure you’ve lost your chance to say anything to her. considering the betrayal and all.”

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&&. avntures‌ — signy

@ravkaneclipse​: ❛ speaking of tragic mistakes… ❜ // hey signy~~~

          ❛  CAN I PLEASE SEE ULLA?  ❜     despite the way she huffs a sigh, arms folded, her voice sounds very small.  she’s bitten her lip hard enough to draw blood on the walk over, and she can feel her cheeks flush the same vibrant red as ulla’s brother looks her over.  he knows.  of course he does.     ❛  i need to talk to her.  ❜     and say what, exactly, that can make this better?  truth be told, signy hasn’t gotten that far yet.  all she knows is that she needs to see ulla, desperately, needs to say something, anything, that will make her friend listen before slamming a door in signy’s face. something to wind back the clock and make the past week never have happened.     ❛  just for a few minutes, aleksander, please.  ❜

it’s a good thing he was home when the doorbell rang, instead of out with his friends. this way aleksander was there to answer the door in his sister’s stead, saving ulla from having to face the girl who broke her hear. (or whatever ulla calls it, no one in their little family is good at emotions like that.) and so he stands, leaning in the doorway and effectively blocking the red-haired girl from entering. “and what makes you think that ulla wants to talk to you?” he had seen her pressing ignore on her phone for the past day and a half, and if that wasn’t a sign he would maybe start wearing colors other than black. and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “go off to your little boyfriend signy, you’re not welcome here anymore.”

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super quick drawing of modern!darkling

i have so many headcanons for this au. somebody talk to me about it

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my ability to focus: hey remember that time you were diagnosed with add when you were in school? me: yeah? my ability to focus: let’s flash back to before that~

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“     i mourned you.     “     anger cuts through your words     ,     eyes narrowed onto him.     you consider blinding him with a flash of sunlight     ,     just to be petty.     but you don’t     ,     your hands stay curled into fists by your sides.     one simple swing of your arm and you could get pay back for his disappearing act     ,     but you won’t.     “     you have a grave outside and everything.     wondering who they actually put in that     ,     right about now.     “

@ravkaneclipse     /     random.

he had taken the time away, regaining his strength in order to remain a threat to his enemies — his many enemies. but now he had deemed himself strong enough to risk revealing himself to her, in the shadows of course. (when had he ever been out of them?) “did you now? i’m honored, alina.” a hint of a smile tugged at his lips at the thought, and grey eyes lifted to meet hers. “tell me, how long did you mourn?”

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i found this old painting of darkles

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The sun summoner and the darkling, yin and yang, light and dark. #thegrishatrilogy #grishaverse #grisha #shadowandbone #siegeandstorm #ruinandrising #leighbardugo #sketch #sketches #sketchbook #illustration #pencil #pencilillustration #pencildrawing #drawing #yinandyang

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* SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS.

Macbeth:

the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream:

crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves. a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover.

Romeo and Juliet:

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.

Hamlet:

shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness. white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.

TAGGED BY @oflegendaries​ TAGGING anyone else who wants to go do the thing~

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alina wouldn't, and doesn't, take news of his death well. the first few months would include smashing things, screaming at people, and constantly trying to use the connection between them to find him. she'd always thought that, even if they were busy hating one another and trying to destroy each other, she'd always have someone like her. now she doesn't, and loneliness can turn even the brightest, into the darkest. in short, ya girls a damn mess. ( react to the death of ur muse meme lmao. )

ding dong the darkling’s dead || accepting

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My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

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💞 (shadow mama; @iknowmetal)

save or doom? || accepting

“starkov is missing.” ivan’s voice was clear, and yet the darkling could tell that the heartrender was worried about his leader’s reaction to the news. for good reason too, as alina had been so integral to his plans, but that was a secret only two people knew. only two people in all of ravka.

only he and his mother.

a flick of the wrist dismissed ivan, leaving the darkling alone in his war room once more. it had been suspicious when she had suddenly taken ill after the fetê, but he had brushed it off as too much champagne with genya. clearly, he was wrong. what had happened to change her mind, to hide away from him and leave os alta in the dead of night.

grey eyes narrowed, jaw tensing at the thought coming to mind as he rose once more. time to visit his mother’s hut, to see just what she had said to the sun summoner. if she had, indeed, caused this escape. a futile one, aleksander knew, for he knew ravka and her hiding places far better than anyone barring baghra herself.

hopefully the old woman had kept some of their secrets. // @iknowmetal

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