𝐬𝐨𝐥 𝐤𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚

“𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬.”

[solisa]

this  is  an  independent  portrayal  of  𝚨𝐋𝐈𝐍𝚨 𝐒𝐓𝚨𝐑𝚱𝐎𝐕  also  known  as  𝐒𝚨𝐍𝚱𝐓𝚨 𝚨𝐋𝐈𝐍𝚨 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃.   written  by  yana.   inspiration  taken  from  source  material  and  other  medias,  such  as  mythologies  and  other  consumed  media.   all  credit  will  be  referenced  if  needed.  exclusive with @/sovrenyi

˹𝐈˼  mains. ˹𝐈𝐈˼  verses.   ˹𝐈𝐈𝐈˼  visage.   ˹𝐈𝐕˼  prose.   ˹𝐕˼  lore.   ˹𝐕𝐈˼  aesthetic.

𝐈. understand that i have a life which sometimes leaves me away from tumblr for weeks. so very often i am on hiatus without mention, and i will not apologize for it. if this isn't something you can handle, then do not follow me. i mean it. i will go 8 months not answering your thread and pick it up like no time passed. if that isn't something you can handle, then do not follow me. i will not entertain guilt-tripping behavior.

𝐈𝐈. i don't always do follow for follow. if you're mutuals with one of my close friends then there is a much higher possibility.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. i do not practice exclusivity with people i hardly know. i am much more open to mains. however, i do not collect muses. if i am writing with a certain character already, i will not seek out other writers of this character.

𝐈𝐕. i love writing pre-established dynamics, often if someone sends in a ask before we have written, i will make my muse speak as if they know each other and we can fill the details in later. i will always ask if something is okay if i feel like it might be over stepping. i am okay with first meetings as well. i love writing shippy things, however i do not ship easily if we are not friends. i would like to actually have a friendship with the person i am shipping my muse with, that being said, i am perfectly okay with unrequited dynamics. on a side note, i do not do pre-established family dynamics unless we have plotted intensely.

𝐕. everything that i create here is mine unless i state otherwise. i understand being inspired by other writers, but i would appreciate it if you did not steal or copy anything from me.

𝐕𝐈. do not interact with me if you use AI in anyway to roleplay. i will block you.

[sovrenyi-archive]

𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈. 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. in this room there was no one but them, he heard her breath so loudly in his ears, along with the beating of his heart. the merzost that resided in him, the darkness that longed to devour her light sat at his finger tips, and when their hands met it spread through him. he tried to drink it down as best he could.

given the chance to be alone with alina was, he knew, a once in a lifetime opportunity. one which he would damn himself should he waste. ❛ were you relieved? ❜ his voice came soft at first, there was a touch of hurt in his voice, something he tried desperately to mask in fear of breaking in front of her. ❛ when you found i still lived. were you relieved or did you… despair? ❜ he did not know what he hoped for, one answer would ruin him and the other would completely shift how he looked at her and the world. ❛ it pleases me to see you again, my little saint. ❜ my alina. my love. my heart made flesh. beating once more. closed starter for @solisa [ like for a starter ]

[solisa]

𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬—𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧. she should have pulled away by now, but they had always been drawn to each other, like something magnetic. the pull of her heart would always lead her to him. she loved and hated him at times. why couldn't it be simple to love him, why did it fill her with ache and sorrow knowing that all he was she could never have. the absence of light is darkness and she felt that in her heart he had taken everything she could have offered to someone good, kind... simple. was gone. her eyes welled with tears as she stared into his—black as the fold... black as all of the sins bloodied on his hands. she saw it then, his eyes softened and pleaded with her. with every word unspoken she felt her heart mirroring his face—scarred and broken.

his voice was soft too, gently disturbing the silence that pushed against her chest. she caught the gasp that almost escaped her. she felt the pain first in her eyes, then she cast them to the ground to hide them from him. how could he? how could he think she would feel despair? she breathed in deeply and it still didn't feel like enough air.  ❛ is the sun not relieved to know that moon will follow it until eternity? is the darkness not relieved to know that there is light? and she the same... ❜  she turned her eyes to him, glassy from the tears she held back. why can't loving you be simple? the words she would never say—she never wanted him to be simple. loving should never be simple. ❛ your little saint? ❜ she felt the anger boiling in her chest. she wanted nothing more than to rip that title from her chest and slam it into the ground. ❛ you made me this! you made me the saint while you the villain, the martyr! you made me choose between this aching heart and the world! how could you? ❜

her tears were streaming down her face, like a river of sorrow personified in this moment. she fell to her knees beside him and took his hand and placed it over her chest. ❛ does my heart tell you how i despaired? does it show you how much i have loathed you? ❜. she glanced up to him before hanging her head. the silence welled once more, until her voice broke free of it, ❛ even if i had wanted to despair, to hate, to wish nothing but death upon you... i couldn't... i could not... i would not want to... ❜ she covered her mouth to catch the sob threatening to be set free. share her sorrow, share her pain, share her agony. love is pain. love hurts. love aches. love is not love unless it bleeds. i love you.   

[solisa]

screeeeching at all the graphics lissi has been making me @sovrenyi!!

[lizzyisameme]

literary sexts vol. 1 poetry meme

Literary Sexts is a modern day anthology of short love poems with subtle erotic undertones edited by Amanda Oaks & Caitlyn Siehl. Hovering around 50 contributors & 124 poems, this book reads is like one long & very intense conversation between two lovers. It’s absolutely breathtaking. These are poems that you would text to your lover. Poems that you would slip into a back pocket, suitcase, wallet or purse on the sly. Poems that you would write on slips of paper & stick under your crush’s windshield wiper. Poems that you would write on a Post-it note & leave on the bathroom mirror. Treat yourself, a crush or a lover with this lush gift!

source and amazon buy link.  

I will be providing select short, sometimes edited, poems for a texting/”sexting” meme, but not the whole book itself.  If you enjoy the poems provided, please support the collection whether it’s the first volume or the second.   Or look into the works of the various contributors and see if anything else they’ve written is to your liking!  

Feel free to add to and/or edit these sentences to better suit your needs—but remember, many of these work best in the context of texts and/or love notes instead of spoken dialogue.    —Lizzy.  

Mark me like a passage from your favorite book, then open me there again and again.

My skin is full of flowerbeds and you know every way to make them bloom.

I am tracing the knobs of your spine like the map of my favorite continent. You are all the places I haven’t visited yet and I mark each one off with my teeth.

Your hands unzip me one breath at a time; there is not room beneath my skin for all of you and I spill over the edges with a sigh.

You take apart my heart in pieces with your mouth, but the splash of your tongue against mine feeds it back to me. It tastes sweeter coming from you.

You opened your mouth and spoke the language in my blood.

You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings.

My hands are nomads, my dear desert. May they never find rest.

Being small things, we understand this as our humble attempt at thunder, at setting the world to shake.

Delicate work. Like peeling kiwis. My tongue across your skin. Mellow flesh against my lips. Your taste always in my mouth.

How a storms needs to feel the earth how the earth wakes to the pelt of rain how the ground is quenched is how I need you… 

My hands were glaciers I never dared to move freely, my fingers icicles. Your touch thawed me to excavation. I want to dig into your warmth.

Kiss me like white bread, stick to my teeth even after the whiskey. I want memories of your mouth lodged beneath my tongue to wake me at two in the morning, hungry.

I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.

Your hands peeling that onion, thumbs and forefingers pulling skin from skin—they are sacred. Let me kiss them. Let them bless my sinning chest, let them peel my lips apart.

I don’t want to be your harmonies anymore; I want to be the melody you scream when your heart is starving for love. I want to satisfy your hunger.

Show me the parts of you that nobody else ever wanted to sleep with. Show me it all with the lights on.

You, darling, are Vesuvius. I won’t see you coming. Erupt. Wreck me. Leave me ashes leave me Pompeii, leave me outlined into your history forever.

It’s not so much that I want to kiss you. I want to relearn vocabulary words from the shape of your mouth. All my poems are yours first.

Kiss me blossoms in the summer, lover. I want to taste the succulent sweet of your peach tree smile. This time let Adam take the fruit from the garden.

Surge into me as a downpour, as the pounding waterfall which makes swollen rivers flood, as the sea.

The happy ending to this night: you tug my hair and lightly brush your hand across my lap. Don’t forget how resilient I am and how I would bend for you.

Even my lungs are in love as we breathe together.

I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

The gentle friction of your hand on my thigh is enough to strike a match inside me. I lean into your lips and the fire blooms and spreads.

You are an undiscovered continent. I trail my fingers down your mountainsides. Ten explorers digging for buried treasure, I want to take it all.

My body is a gospel and you are my first quivering hallelujah. Your breath leaves your mouth like a prayer and washes over me like faith.

My hands are hungry for your flesh, desperate in the way that rivers empty themselves over waterfalls.

I peel back your skin to see if we have the same scars. I follow the map of your veins back to your heart and press my palm against yours to tangle our lifelines.

I hope to breathe in you. I hope my body will be the blood your roots drink.

We commit sins in holy places, fold ourselves between pews like dirty pictures tucked into a bible. Pant each other’s names until they sound like scripture.

My tongue collides with your collarbone like a meteor careening across the cosmos, and I taste the stars you are made of.

You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.

You, benevolent god, legs splayed like instruments of creation. I, blank slate of the universe, kneel in wait for you to fill me with your hot, honeyed light.

My hands are suntanned tourists without a map whose desire compels them onward to explore your golden cities by the light of the stars.

The moment between your thighs where I become a devout follower of your existence. That hour which passes in slow seconds of soft skin, as I lay my head against you, drifting, drowsy with love.

Your grin is a flash of primal fire in the dark. Somewhere deep inside me, something hungry wakens and shifts, uncurls its insatiable tongue.

I have been thinking of how I want to be touched by you, with hands that will play me like piano keys, with fingers that will make a symphony out of me.

You till the soil of my need, my lips a blood-red flower bursting open with the first wet flush of your heat.

When it comes right down to it, all that nonsense about hearts syncing up feels like a hallelujah with our bodies pressed together like praying hands.

Every time, you peel back my skin, pry open my ribs, and feast on my insides. Every time, you make a meal of my heart, and every time, I let you.

You’re not one for poetry or sentimentality, so I’ll just say that I’ve dreamt of being the motor oil trapped in the grooves of your weathered hands.

I ache for your hum between my legs, the purring of motorcycles on winding highways: wind in my hair, and romance in losing myself to the sweet, revving vibration of the engine again and again.

You smile and it’s like sunrise. Something inside me Wakes up, stretching.

I float away in cool sheets against my burning skin, and you are the sea guiding me beyond the realm of earthly things.

My lipstick spills over your mouth and trickles down to your chin, your neck, pooling into your collarbones. We love like crushed grapes in wine country.

You’re kissing a wildfire up my thigh and I am tracing the landscape of your jawbone like a sculptor. My hands were made for this.

The rush you give me: The way a blade of grass must feel when splashed with a cloud’s cry after days of screaming for rain.

We are the fall of Rome, all fire and fighting. We collapse into each other like the pieces of the Parthenon, kissing like gladiators, loving like rebuilding.

You creep into my head like a river rushing for the sea & a cosmic digit of fingertips flash over me.

You are pressing against me like I press flowers against the pages in my book. You are kissing my neck and it feels like the start of forever. I want to touch you until my palms burn.

The wet of your mouth rains down my neck like frame, the soft heat of your tongue burns the apple in my throat. We are practiced at this love that asks angels to cover their eyes and turns devils shy.

I melt into the gentleness of your fingertips. Your tongue presses me open like the summer fresh flesh of a perfectly ripe fig, all juice, seeds and pulp.

The small of your back is refuge, is veldt, is summer heat. And I am predatory snarl.

I can’t brush out the taste of you; coffee breath, cigarette smoke, and all. Mouth to mouth; Our shared vices linger on each other. Your salt still lives in my tongue.

I’ll take you quiet as the bones in your closet, love as softly as a whisper. Holding your tongue like a secret.

You smiled and lit up like the dusk. I sank to your lips like the sun against the horizon. We made the day stand still.

I want to kiss you until you melt into me, ice turning to water. I want to drink you deep, and warm you from the inside.

[overwelmd]

cocorrina

[dailyshadowandbone]

Sankta Alina.

[sovrenyi-archive]

𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡,  𝐢𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫,  𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫,  but  there  was  a  part  of  him,  gnawing  at  the  thought  of  tainting  the  sun  incarnate,  making  her  soul  as  black  as  his  own  —  would  his  eternal  loneliness  dissipate  then? he  makes  a  clicking  sound  with  his  mouth  then  squeezes  his  leg  around  zatmeniye  briefly,  causing  the  horse  to  gallop  quicker,  catching  up  in  speed.  he  wanted  to  bask  in  her  light,  see  the  smile  he  knew  was  on  her  face  —  taste  her  freedom,  her  happiness.  devour  her  whole. 

  ❛  i’m  well  aware  of  how  exceptional  you  are,  riding  or  otherwise  -  i  have  experienced  you  getting  better  with  time.  ❜  he  holds  her  gaze,  drinking  it  in,  until  he  is  full  up,  forcing  himself  to  focus  on  something  other  than  her.  ❛  is  this  not  good  enough?  ❜  he  looks  down  at  the  flowers,  as  his  horse  nears  her  now  matching  speed  with  hers.  ❛  i  doubt  there  are  many  insects  out  that  would  want  to  steal...  ❜  he  looks  back  up  at  her   ❛  whatever  it  is  you’ve  brought  with  you...  what  is  it  that  you’ve  brought  with  you  anyhow,  alina?  i  do  hope  kvas  is  on  our  menu.  ❜ 

[solisa]

𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐮𝐩  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐚  𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,      𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐞𝐫,      𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐡𝐢𝐦.      𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬  𝐢𝐧  𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐩  𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐡𝐢𝐦,      as  if  she  wants  him  to  chase  her.      she  can’t  hide  the  flush  from  her  face  without  moving  away.      ❛  then,      you  can  watch  and  see  just  how  much  better  i’ve  gotten  without  your  supervision.      ❜  his  voice  cut  through  the  air  and  she  pulled  on  the  reigns  of  her  horse.      ❛  sorry…  ❜  she  whispered  into  it’s  ear  as  she  pet  it’s  face.

❛  i  hadn’t  even  noticed.      ❜  she  looked  around  at  all  the  flowers  illuminated  beneath  her  light.      she  smiled  even  brighter  as  she  took  in  the  beauty  of  the  scene.      ❛  here  is  nice…  it’s  even  more  beautiful  than  i  remembered.      ❜  she  sighed  and  unmounted  her  horse,      ❛  there  is  kvas,      don’t  worry.      ❜  she  smiled  back  at  him,      still  relishing  in  her  own  accomplishment,      ❛  i  know  it’s  your  favorite.      ❜  she  took  the  blanket  from  her  pack  and  started  to  lay  it  onto  a  clearer  patch  of  grass  that  did  not  have  flowers  to  ruin.      ❛  this  is  so  exciting…  ❜  she  said  softly,      feeling  as  though  she  was  about  to  burst  with  more  light.             

[bettycooper]

You are not alone.

[dzemekys]

and lo , thus did light danced across the night sky, gracing waloed with her wonders , leaving it’s inhabitants ever in wonder, and so they look to they king for direction, the warden of darkness raises a hand to them, settling the storm building amongst their voices, he needed the silence, he needed guidance . . . he set his eyes to the sky and followed the light. beckoning his lord commander with a quick glance, and the army followed suit, soon, the lord would show them what they have earned, following true, his good word.

as they happen upon the woman, who appears to have slain beastmen, he sees that this gift is shackled, lest she harm someone else — ❛ she will be imprisoned, but a prisoner she is not… for i will decide soon, what shall be done with her - rest assured. ❜ the kings words soothed his men, steadied their hearts true.

it is in the dark where he meets her, his eyes glide over her, smiling at amazement — was she truly sent from god? he’d earned this. someone strong enough to fight at his side, and though she was seemingly weak, she is strong, that much he could tell. he lifts the key and quickly unlocks the door to the cell ❛ oh, i have been gifted. truly. ❜ he spoke, soft. ❛ you are light embodied , that light in the sky on the field. it was you. but you are not bahamut ❜ it wasn’t a question, he knew… felt it, the way it stilled him. ❛ i will release your hands, but not you — this castle has been waiting upon you. i have been waiting upon you, pathos. ❜

[solisa]

her  heart  dropped  to  her  stomach.      a  thousand  feelings  racing  to  the  surface,      bubbling  inside  her  as  she  assesses  his  words  carefully,      sure  to  not  leave  out  any  word  that  he  spoke.      it  felt  like  deja  vu…  again  she is  expected  for  something  grander  than  she  could  ever  imagine.      being  the  sun  summoner  was  enough  to  have  on  her  plate,      and  yet  now  he  wanted  something  more,      something  she  surely  could  not  give  him.      he  had  to  be  misinformed.      pathos?  her  mind  tries  to  make  sense  of  the  king’s  words.

❛  i’m  not  sure  i  heard  you  correctly,      ❜  aline  said  aloud,      her  face  stiffened  as  his  eyes  met  hers,      ❛  you  can’t  mean  to  keep  me  here  against  my  will…can  you?  ❜  she  waits  with  bated  breath  for  his  confirmation,      ❛  i  do  not  belong  in  this  castle,      nor  in  waloed…  i  was  simply  passing  through.      ❜  her  eyes  pull  away  from  the  kings’  intense  stare.      how  did  anyone  meet  his  eyes  with  certainty?

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my  name  is  aleksander  morozova,     but  i  have  had  a  hundred  names       &     i  have  committed  a  thousand  crimes.    𝐢  𝐚𝐦  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.   i  do  not  repent!           all  i  did,  i  did  for  ravka , written by lissi. ( 25+. she/they )

aleksander morozova , from the sab series , netflixs show , canon divergent. mutuals only , oc friendly. 21+ only . this blog contains dark themes, discretion advised.

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𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐧  𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐞𝐭  𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭  𝐢𝐧  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭  𝐚  𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐚  𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫.     night  was  settling  into  the  dusk,      and  her  heart  stirred  with  unease.     she  beckoned  the  light  to  her  palm  holding  a  crystal  for  her  own  safety.     she  needed  the  act  to  be  believable  in  these  lands.     there  did  not  seem  to  be  any  life  stirring  beyond  the  shore  at  the  moment,      but  the  quiet  did  not  set  as  steady  as  it  felt.     𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧  𝐨𝐟  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝.     ❛  and  they  said  waloed  didn’t  come  to  greet  their  wary  travelers.     ❜  she  said  sarcastically  and  groaned.     she  had  heard  many  tales  of  the  beast  men  and  how  they  cooked  their  victims  alive  so  that  they  could  savor  their  screams  as  they  passed  into  death.    𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐚  𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐚  𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐨𝐞.   

they  would  not  be  reasoned  with,      so  she  did  not  try.     they  clearly  lacked  intelligence.     alina  carefully  placed  her  crystal  into  her  satchel—it  would  only  be  in  the  way.     as  the  orcs  rushed  forward—𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐧  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐝’𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐨𝐟  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲.     the  rush  of  adrenaline  pumping  through  her  as  she  felt  the  light  surge  in  her—sapping  what  was  left  of  the  sun  as  it  sank  into  the  earth  and  bringing  it  into  the  night.     𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐧  around  her  as  she  thought  to  relax  for  a  breath.   

they  must  have  come  for  the  orcs.     she  thought  as  they  circled  around  her.      𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐲  𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,      ❛  please…  i  mean  you  no  harm.     ❜  she  muttered,      looking  to  their  eyes  for  acknowledgement  that  they  understood  her  tongue.     she  raised  her  hands  in  defense  and  she  was  fettered  before  taken  away  to  the  castle  that  loomed  in  the  distance  of  the  shore.   𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝  𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧  𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬  𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.     barnamas  tharmr.     she  knew  him  only  in  name.      she  stood  still  with  her  hands  confined  to  her  back.    𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐟  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐚  𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚.    the  crystal  fetters  they  placed  on  her  wrist  did  not  stop  her  power.   

when  the  king’s  eyes  fell  to  her  she  saw  awe  growing.     this  feeling  that  he  gave  felt  familiar.      𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.    she  wondered  what  might  have  passed  through  his  mind  when  looking  over  her  for  a  miracle  to  occur.   ❛  i’ve  heard  a  lot  about  your  kingdom.   .     but  nothing  could  prepare  me  for  how  poorly  you  treat  your  guests.     ❜   𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐧  𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫’𝐬  𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞,      ❛  i  have  an  unbearable  itch…  and  i  would  rather  handle  that  myself  if  it  pleases  you.     ❜  / @ashwarden

[theoptia]

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit: And Three Other Plays; “No Exit”

Text ID: Those big tragic eyes of hers—with that martyred look...

[dailyshadowandbone]

alina + emojis (insp.)

[lacetulle]

Emilio Pucci | Fall/Winter 2011

[dailyshadowandbone]

SHADOW AND BONE | 1x07 The Unsea

[keremelcream]

—richard siken, wishbone; from “crush”

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𝐓𝚮𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍  𝐖𝚨𝐒  𝚮𝐈𝐆𝚮  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝚮𝐄  𝐒𝚱𝐘  𝐍𝐎𝐖,  𝐘𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝚮𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐒  𝚮𝐈𝐌  𝚨𝐍𝐃  𝚮𝐄  𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝚮𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  𝐓𝐎  𝐈𝐓,  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘,  𝚨𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐖𝚨𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖  𝚮𝐈𝐌  𝐖𝚮𝐎𝐋𝐄,  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝚮  𝐃𝚨𝐑𝚱𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒,  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝚨𝐓𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝚮,  𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝚨𝐓𝐄  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝚮𝐄𝐑.  often  when  they  ride  out  like  this  in  the  day  he  never  allows  her  stray  too  far  ,  it  is  fear  that  controls  him,  fear  that  someone  or  something  would  bring  harm  to  her.  with  the  night  surrounding  them,  her  light  illuminating  their  way,  he  felt  a  unease,  but  with  her  arms  spread  out,  he  could  tell  she  was  savoring  the  freedom  from  the  palace,  whilst  he  was  savoring  her.  he  couldn’t  shake  the  smile  from  his  face  when  she  proposed  the  idea  of  sneaking  out  for  a  midnight  picnic,  he  first  laughed,  HE  IS  THE  GENERAL,  he  had  no  need  to  sneak  out  —  but  then  he  remembered  his  mother,  and  suddenly  understood  her  choice  of  words.   now  they  were  far  from  little  palace,  near  a  field  of  flowers  he  knew  of,  a  perfect  place  for  a  picnic.  ❛  careful,  alina.  ❜  he  calls  to  her,  he  sounded  happier,  his  mother  had  made  a  note  of  it,  despite  her  warning  and  misunderstandings,  he  had  hoped  she  found  happiness  in  his.  ❛  lest  you  fall  on  your  face,  sun  summoner...  ❜  zatmeniye  galloping  a  few  feet  behind  her  at  a  steady  pace.   [ @solisa ]

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𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫.         𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞  𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲  𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.  she  could  never  tell  why  she  felt  this  burning  sensation  inside  of  her  throat  like  she  was  holding  back  tears—𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐚𝐧  𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬  𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫.  now  darkness  could  only  graze  her  skin  if  she  allowed  it.  her  arms  outstretched  to  it.         𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.  she  was  lost  in  the  way  it  felt  for  light  to  move  through  her.  his  voice  beckoned  her  back  from  her  trance.  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲  𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞.         𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐛𝐞  𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.  her  skin  prickled  with  excitement  at  the  planned  date—that  he  even  decided  to  humor  her  was  surprising.  alina  started  to  slow  her  horses  gallop.         whispering  easy  in  it’s  ear  as  she  leaned  forward  with  her  hand  caressing  it’s  soft  coat.  𝐢𝐭  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞  𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐨  𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐡𝐢𝐦  𝐚  ‘𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤’  𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.   ❛  didn’t  you  know  general?  i  happen  to  be  an  exceptional  rider  these  days.  ❜   her  eyes  aren’t  quick  to  pull  away  from  him  as  she  let’s  her  horse  gallop  steady  before  turning  back  to  their  destination  and  quickening  the  pace.  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐢𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐮𝐩  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.  she  tried  very  hard  to  hide  this  from  him.         lest  he  see  right  through  her.