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summonsun is an independent blog for alina starkov. loved by wooloo / sheepy.
carrd.
other blogs: revali. / multi. / ciri.
moved to @starlyht <3
...what does it do?
alina: 🥵🥵🥵
it’s that time in a phd’s life where they have exams to study for, which means my reading list over the next few months is 100 (mostly obscure, pls help me) primary texts + 30 secondary texts. hence me mostly mobile lurking to barely replying.
i love dragon age verse alina because she’s basically what would happen if one of those npcs with no stats or starting class became inquisitor. and then suddenly has a shit ton of power she doesn't know what to do with. good luck @ y’all in her inquisition.
Superpower meltdowns. In a fit of rage or sorrow or even ecstasy, a person’s power erupts, leaving them to rely on others to calm them.
nothing, i’m just thinking about how awkward and heavy and uncomfortable it must be to have the stag’s antler’s grafted into her collarbones. good luck sleeping well with that protruding towards your neck and head.
Alina Starkov + hairstyles
Of course you have white hair and trauma
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do you like girls who can summon the sun? who have within them the rage of a dying star? this blog may be for you.
okay. dragon age alina was also an orphan, and has no talent except mapmaking (and she’s a talentless mapmaker). she’s repressed the fact that she’s a mage since she was a child, has been raised to fear mages, but after gaining the mark on her palm she has to deal with not only discovering she can use magic, but the fact that she can seal rifts etc.
"i sleep like shit, too."
the witcher s2 sentence starters
“clearly,” she responded, only half-joking. alina wasn’t sure how long she had been perched there like that, chin resting on the cold stone of the battlements. a blanket was draped around her shoulders over a tattered cloak. she straightened now, bunching each layer tighter against her frame. “lucky me, i’ll be trying to get some sleep while you’re shouting loud enough at our new recruits to wake the dead.” wouldn’t have been the first time.
SUMMONSHADOWS is an indie & selective roleplay blog for the Darkling / Aleksander Morozova of Shadow & Bone / the Grisha verse. Triggering themes present. Horror inspirations. Show & book based. OC & crossover friendly. Mun & muse 26+. Currently iconless. Established august 2021. Written by Stray
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"you are brave, but let me help you."
the witcher s2 sentence starters
more power than she could have ever dreamed at the tips of her fingers. if she focused just right, she swore she could devour stars. she could ---- no, i’m not like that. i don’t want to be like that. “i’m not sure you’d understand enough to,” she said, rubbing the mark on her palm. it rippled with a sickly sort of energy. it ached. she wished to rid herself of it. she wished to rid herself of the power she had never once longed for. she had feared magic, had feared mages, had feared apostates, had feared demons. they were fears instilled in all of the young orphans where she had spent her youth. and now she was ---- this? “they all kneel to me, call me their savior. what does a warden know about that?”
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“I haven’t ‘used’ that one on anyone before.” That was a lie. Many times he had said that over the hundreds of years he had been alive… sometimes to get what he wanted, other times out of meaning it. This time it was different. Alina was important to him. To the future of Ravka. (But more importantly him, in a warped sense of obsession.)
“I’m being honest, Alina. Why do you think I’ve done everything I have for you if you weren’t important to me?” Giving her shelter at the Little Palace, helping her get a grasp on her powers and given her an amplifier, soon a second, that made her powers stronger… albeit at the cost of being bound to him.
Whatever his mother said to her had already sunken in deep and that had made things more difficult for him. No matter what he’d say he couldn’t get Alina to listen, only if it involved the life of the tracker. The boat rocks gently as Aleksander inhales a deep breath through his nose and sighs. “Honestly, I’m not sure how I’m going to get you to come to your senses other than time, and for that I have no problem waiting.”
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“wh ---” why do you think i’ve done everything i have for you if you weren’t important to me? months ago (saints, it couldn’t have been so long ago, could it? and yet it felt like centuries) she would have melted to hear those words from his mouth. she would have blushed. how special, to be the dread general’s favorite. could even zoya have claimed such a thing?
the depth of the summoner’s rage stunned her. the rage of one who could devour suns if able to, who would devour suns. she wanted him to hurt. she wanted the darkling to feel the full force of his betrayal, the agony of the durast’s work grafting the stag’s bones into her skin.
“i can wait, too, you know,” she snapped, turning her head against the damp of ocean spray against her face. alina tasted salt. (she would die, she thought, before she showed her fear. saints, let her show no fear. baghra had told her that he was ancient. he had been waiting for someone like her for a long, long time. what was waiting for her to break, in this scheme of time?) “maybe your merzost will devour you before then. if it hasn't already tried.”
What do they do? They’ll make it easier to split one beam into two.
[Image Description: 5 stacked gifs from shadow and bone 1x05, of Alina Starkov summoning two beams of light by herself and then saying “I think I’ll be alright on my own.” / End ID]