Apr 21, 2020
“I am a King-“ ”And I am a Saint. Shall we see whose word carries more weight?”
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“I am a King-“ ”And I am a Saint. Shall we see whose word carries more weight?”
Whether you’ve heard the whispers of the Darkling’s power across the True Sea or if you’re a native Ravkan citizen, all are invited to the Fall Fete hosted by The Cult of the Starless! Throughout the month of October, we will be celebrating Fictober with image prompts and suggestive/smutty goodness.
Prompts are open for submission now until September 15th.
If you would like a ticket to the Fete you will need to join our Discord server in order to gain access to all Darklina prompts/submit a prompt. Instructions for joining The Cult of the Starless can be found here.
Participation in the event is not limited to only those in the Discord server: Everyone is welcome to write and post their Darklina fanfics to our AO3 collection on October 1st.
For any questions regarding the event or joining the server, please don’t hesitate to reach out and ask.
🖤 Sankta Lyssa
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It may have taken me forever and two holidays but I finally managed to update!
get to know me meme: OTPs (2/5)
Alina Starkov & The Darkling (TGT)
“It would be something special,” said Tamar, “to have a Grisha on the throne.”
“She’s right,” added Genya. “To be the ones to rule, instead of just to serve.”
They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. There were old wants too, to be loved for who I was, not what I could do, to lie in a meadow with a boy’s arms around me and watch the wind move the clouds. But those dreams belonged to a girl, not to the Sun Summoner, not to a Saint.
— Anaïs Nin.
Did you tell him Alina? Does the boy know how willing you were to give yourself to me? Did you tell him what I showed you in the dark?