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indie alina starkov ∙ book based with show influence ft. other muses

[stagflood]

#STAGFLOOD ; THE SUN SUMMONER ∙ SANKTA ALINA ∙ ALINA STARKOV. your power serves you because that is its purpose. INDIE ALINA STARKOV of leigh bardugo's grishaverse and netflix's shadow and bone written by paige. MUTUALS ONLY blog with 18+ content. DARKLINA IS HEAVILY PREVELANT ON THIS BLOG, DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE IT.

heavy affil. with @stagbled

ft. other muses: yennefer of vengerberg (witcher novel based, fuck netflix), diana bishop (a discovery of witches), rhaenyra targaryen (house of dragon), kate sharma (bridgerton), claire fraser (outlander), and margo hanson (syfy's the magicians), mark blackthorn (the dark artifices)

[theumberlandcollection]

It felt like the floor had fell out from underneath you, the reality of your beloved friend's death setting in all at once now that the invitation to the small memorial service was in your hands. Heavy cardstock, expensive and embossed with the day and time and . . . stained. It hadn't been noticeable at first glance, but at the very bottom corner something rusty and smudged. With shaking hands, you turn over the invitation and are paralyzed for just a moment. There in blocky lettering and rusty red "ink", the entire back of the cardstock was filled with the date of the funeral and the same two words, over and over again — 𝚂𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟿, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹. 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐆𝐎.

RULES AND APPLICATION.

Gameplay begins 9/8, first event 9/9.

[stagflood]

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[dearemma]

[ashleysjohnson]

HELLA’S 5K CELEBRATION ⤷ 💖 + pink for @shegos

Genya Safin & Alina Starkov in SHADOW AND BONE

[stagflood]

i return from a conference, refresh my dash... everything moves and yknow what i like it it's less center-loaded

[terenos]

witcher 3 gifs [15/??]

[stagflood]

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[stagflood]

@stagbled sent ❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜

Outwardly, she is moving restlessly in her bed. Her body moves in small spurts. Face twinging and furrowing in a futile attempt to resist what it is that is unfolding within her mind(?) or to whatever dimension this blasted connection forces her into.

Inwardly - Alina keeps her distance from the Darkling. "Why? To try and possess my powers again? They're not yours." Her fists rises up, pressing hard against her chest, "They're mine. They exist to serve me not you!" However it is that may be. Tear down the fold and reunite Ravka for the first time in generations. What she does with her power and her amplifiers after is her choice to make.

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[stagbled]

( his alina )

expected, of course. the last mention of aid was met with steel against skin that never marred from the first army. aleksander had held it tight, prying the sun from her like uncoiling thread. like a snake tasting the air, his nostrils flared for a semblance of her radiating power. it had been... indescribable. intoxicating, lighting his eyes with a desire to obtain and contain, shadow in one hand and pure radiance in the other.

her bump into his side only draws a tilt of his lips. for a grisha meant to summon the sun, the majority of her surroundings appear as a shroud of obstacles. or perhaps it is only him, lurking where even her sunlight cannot pierce.

' apologies not required, alina, ' he reassures, his attention solely on her. there are others, he can feel them and their endless stares, their questions practically oozing from their open mouths. they mirror alina's own, her nerves as easy to read as the expressions she wears on her face. confusion, unexpected?

' oh, i am sure baghra will want to whisk you away later today. but for now, with me, miss starkov, ' aleksander leaves no time to dwell, offering a glance towards alina's acquaintances before he is setting off down the hallway, the little palace's clicking with his boots. ' besides, take what you learn to baghra and it will lessen her... practices. '

he had to have learned how to cut skin to spill light from somewhere, from someone, afterall.

[stagflood]

Silent stammers of words(?) unspoken only noticed by the quivering of her lips the only tiny detail to notice of the invisible protests and apologies. She looks behind her to her newfound friends, but they have since disappeared, vanished as if the shadows had taken them themselves.

Alina reminds herself that she is Grisha, and she belongs here. Ignoring how small she feels in the General's presence. Her back straightens as she trails behind the tall, shadowy figure. "I'm not sure about that. It might only increase her ... practices." Success means nothing until it's enough to tear down the Fold.

The Sun Summoner trots to the General's side. Hands clasped behind her back as she walks. "May I ask where you intend to train me?" She bothers little with the what. It means little until she knows exactly what she's capable of. Her efforts need to be more than creating pretty little orbs of light. It has to be more, that's all she knows.

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  lyric  dialogue  prompts  taken  from  various  hozier  songs.  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i’ve walked the earth and there are so few here that know how dark the night and just how cold the wind can blow. ❜

❛ i’ve no more kept my warmth than blood upon the snow. ❜

❛ it’s not my arms that will fail me, but this world takes more strength than it gave me. ❜

❛ the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you. ❜

❛ i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. ❜

❛ i’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ good god, let me give you my life. ❜

❛ so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes. ❜

❛ every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside. ❜

❛ you knew who i was with every step that i ran to you. ❜

❛ would things be easier if there was a right way? ❜

❛ honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ i fall in love just a little, a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, i feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❜

❛ you don’t know what hell you put me through. ❜

❛ there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ i have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ i’d be home with you. ❜

❛ there’s nothing sweeter than my baby. ❜

❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her. ❜

❛ what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth? ❜

❛ i will not ask where you came from. i will not ask and neither should you. ❜

❛ just put your sweet lips on my lips. we should just kiss like real people do. ❜

❛ i know who i am when i’m alone. i’m something else when i see you. ❜

❛ you don’t understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need. ❜

❛ don’t let me in with no intention to keep me. ❜

❛ don’t feed me — i will come back. ❜

❛ i’ve known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. ❜

❛ still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs. ❜

❛ i need you to run to me, run until you feel your lungs bleeding. ❜

❛ when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ i learned the voices died with me. ❜

❛ don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep ‘em on a leash. ❜

❛ you’ve done me wrong for a long time. but after all you’ve done, i never changed my mind. ❜

❛ honey please, try to love me. my love will never die. ❜

❛ nothing fucks with my baby. ❜

❛ if i was born as a black thorn tree, i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies. ❜

❛ ain’t it warming you, the world going up in flames? ❜

❛ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now.❜

❛ i’m almost me again, she’s almost you. ❜

❛ i’ve had no love like your love. from nobody. ❜

❛ make your good love known to me, or just tell me about your day. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ that’s the kinda love i’ve been dreaming of. ❜

❛ i fell in love with the fire long ago. ❜

❛ with each love i cut loose, i was never the same. ❜

❛ i had been lost to you, sunlight, and flew like a moth to you. ❜

❛ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty, oh my sunlight. ❜

❛ i have never loved a darker blue than the darkness i have known in you. ❜

[stagbled]

the  little  palace  is  warmer,  he  notes,  though  it  may  only  be  his  growing  anticipation. the  girl  -  his  alina  -  is  the  source  of  it,  tucked  into  blue  that  should  be  black,  her  power  as  intoxicating  as  he  feels  when  sinking  into  his  own. quickly  gone  is  the  need  to  prick  her  skin  for  drops  of  blood,  watching  it  pearl,  and,  if  his  eyes  linger  too  long,  color  marigold. the  urge  to  grasp  her  wrist  bones  in  his  hands,  listen  to  them  rattle  with  untouched  power,  twitches  at  his  fingertips. he  has  spent  an  eternity  and  one  searching  for  something  worth  amplifying. 

'  miss  starkov,  '  he  addresses,  finding  her  where  he  expects. '  off  to  your  training,  i  would  assume?  '

grueling,  as  he  remembers. he  can  see  glints  of  it  in  her  eyes. perhaps  even  a  flicker  of  new  determination. '  you will  be  with  me  today. '

✸ alina : @stagflood.

[stagflood]

Marie and Nadia accompany Alina to training with Botkin for the morning before going to Baghra. Her blue kefta clings to her nicely in a way that's slowly beginning to feel like it belongs with its rich summoner blue and golden embroidery that denotes her unique position as the sun summoner. The light within still flickers when brought out, but it's there and its light grows stronger with each passing day. Baghra's teachings, if one can call them that, corporal punishment was closer, but it was working with each passing day.

She's laughing at some joke Nadia said, her attention focused on the other girl than the long hallway they walk through. Her attention neglects to take note of the other people in the hallway until she's bumped into one of them.

The first thing her mahogany eyes see is the color black, but not a pitch color that would make her think she was lost in the dark. Her head lifts with an agonizing slowness to it. Marie and Nadia have gone dead silent. Their presence at her side no longer able to be felt.

As Alina lifts her head with each detail, the woven embroidery of black glistening against black kefta, her eyes widen and cheeks turn flushing red. She clears her throat, head shakes once to reorientate herself. "General Kirigan," she addresses, "I'm so sorry, that was rather clumsy of me." Clumsy girl. For a second, she looks behind her and sees her friends behind her with solemn faces. She looks back to Kirigan. There's a nervous finger that points at her chest, "Me? With you? Today?" Had something been changed that she had not been aware of. "I'm due to train with Botkin and Baghra today. Surely Botkin will be okay with it, but Baghra..." her voice trails off.

[greensaplinggrace]

This time, I didn't fight. I let go of my fear, my guilt, my shame. There was darkness inside me. He had put it there, and I would no longer deny it. The volcra, the nichevo'ya, they were my monsters, all of them. And he was my monster, too.