The Darkling: My fearsome reputation always trumps my stunning visage--unfortunate as that might be.
via @orlissa

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The Darkling: My fearsome reputation always trumps my stunning visage--unfortunate as that might be.
via @orlissa
In a tent somewhere in the fjerdan woods.
Mal: What’s your biggest fear?
Dubrov: I’m incredibly arachnophobic.
Mikhail: You don’t want spiders to get married?
The Heartrender and the baby by @orlissa, Queen of Fluff
(The fic is too cute)
Ivan: well princess, other little girls your age usually play princess and have tea parties with their stuffed animals
Nadya: but I’m a real princess and I have regular tea parties
Ivan:...
Nadya:...
[later]
Nadya having a tea party with Ivan and her stuffed animals where they discuss trade issues and diplomacy
Ivan, wearing a tiara, holding up a stuffed bear: mr. snuffles incited a riot and disrupted the trade route so beheading him should be fine
via: @megala-thea-praxidike
via @megala-thea-praxidike
Aleksander: Some people are like slinkies.
Alina: What?
Aleksander: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when pushed down the stairs.
Alina:Oh...please don’t push Mal down the stairs.
Aleksander: You can't stop me.
Alina: You alright?
Aleksander : Yeah, why?
Alina : You asked the woman at the store if damage repair shampoo also works on emotions
Baghra : Why do people think I’m incapable of doing anything nice?
Aleksander: experience
@megala-thea-praxidike
Mal: Imma go fight the Darkling
The crows: But you’re not armed!
Mal: I am!
The crows: With what?
Mal: Overconfidence.
via @megala-thea-praxidike
First army looking at Grisha who are practicing.
Mal: It’s fucked up that Inferni are always standing around shirtless with their defined muscles coated in glistening oil, like, oil’s flammable idiots.
Dubrov: yeah, why would they coat themselves with oil?
Mikhail: It’s called building an immunity morons.