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hi everyone ! if you’re interested in writing w/ me right now, i’ve been on my multi @featherstcnes . i’m tentatively archiving this blog for now/will be inactive on here just because i’m hyperfixated on other fandoms. i still have muse, but not enough for a solo blog currently - most likely i’ll have this up and running again after a re-read or when the show gets closer to s2.

tl;dr - i’ll be writing aleks on my mutli, @featherstcnes so follow me there ! 

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reblogging this from my nik blog BUT ILY GUYS i’ve been mia asf but I’M STILL HERE KINDA i’ve just been reading alkjsdlaksd

hihi i’m still here ily all sorry i’ve been so absent

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hi, everyone ! i’m going to do a mini clean up of this blog, so i’m going to be dropping most threads and cleaning out my inbox. i might be posting a plotting call this weekend just to get more plotted threads going as i have the most muse for those. ty all for sticking with me even though i’ve been mia <3 i’ve been hiding reading all of the time after work which has been really fun so ! i will be back soon <3

i posted a plotting call recently, so if you’ve liked that i’ll hop in your ims to talk about working out a thread ! <3

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ayo does anyone want to plot

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the darkling would not hesitate.   he would not grieve.   his darkness would consume the world,      𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫.    ©

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some  of  bela  dimitrescu’s  voicelines  from  resident  evil  village.   may  contain  mentions  of  violence.

“  how  could  you  scar  a  woman ?!  ” “  look  at  you  squealing  like  a  pig.  ” “  this  is  nothing.  ” “  give  up  yet ?  ” “  if  i  don’t  fix  things,  we’ll  never  have  dinner  on  time.  ” “  you’re  tonight’s  main  dish. ” “  i  feel  no  pain.  ” “  which  tools  do  you  prefer ?  ” “  the  eldest  daughter  bears  the  burden.  ” “  ugh,  this  thirst.  ” “  my  body  is  breaking.  ” “  it  doesn’t  matter.  you  won’t  leave  alive.  ” “  how  dare  you  shoot  me.  ” “  a  warm  bloody  shower  would  be  just  perfect.  ” “  how dare  you  do  this  to  the  house  dimitrescu.  ” “  we’ll  meet  again.  ” “  quit  your  games.  ” “  and  don’t  worry,  we’ll  feed  your  scraps  to  the  pigs.  ” “  you  still  don’t  get  it ?  ” “  i  should’ve  killed  you  sooner.  ” “  where  are  you  going ?  ” “  worthless  sisters,  i  have  to  do  everything  myself.  ” “  oh  i’d  love  to  relax  in  a  nice  hot  blood  bath.  ” “  i  want  to  drown  in  your  blood.  ” “  i  must  remember  to  have  them  clean  the  dungeon.  ” “  did  you  need  tighter  chains ?  ” “  i’ll  kill  you  with  my  own  two  hands.  ” “  i’m  sure  mother  would  praise  me.  ” “  where  are  you  going  little  one ?  ”

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   “ shadow man. ”  he tested the words on his tongue, suppressing a small, amused smile that threatened to rise at his lips.  “ that’s a nice one, oretsev. i’m impressed. ”  taking a step to the side, aleks focused on some rather uninteresting part of the scenery before looking back to mal.  “ greed is a funny thing, mal. ”  greed had drove him to do many things, that quest for power, for something more, always ringing at the back of his mind.  “ you paint me as the villain and yet   --  do you truly know anything about me? or is just your greed for alina that drives your hatred? ”

❝    when will your greed end ?    ❞     it was a wild decision on mal’s part,    wild and foolish,    to question him.     the gun  he hid in the holster fitted snugly on his trousers gave a rattling sound when he tried to reach for it,    and decided against it.          

                            ❝    she doesn’t want you,   shadow man.    ❞  

@merzcst​   /      𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻    (  𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.  )  

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someone remind me to make an acotar verse  🏃 🏃

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´ ･ .   ☾       mal oretsev       /           moretsevs​.

𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩  𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚  𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.    they  were  so  close;  she  was  so  close.  and  in  the  blink  of  an  eye,  all  had  gone  south  and  he  finds  himself  within  the  darkling’s  clutches  once  more.  all  he  can  do  is  glare  and  attempt  to  ignore  the  taunting,  but  it  only  seems  to  fuel  his  anger  with  himself  and  the  man  before  him.  already  he  fears  whatever  the  other  is  planning  for  him,  knowing  he  has  an  angle  at  exploiting  mal’s  feelings  for  alina.    (    of  course  he’d  do  anything  to  keep  her  alive  and  well  –  but  it  doesn’t  mean  he’s  so  quick  to  admit  any  of  this  or  give  aleksander  the  satisfaction.    )    brows  knit  together  as  he  glares,  lips  part  and  volume  is  louder  than  he  had  intended,    ❝    you  sound  so  foolish  thinking  the  way  you  do.  but  you  don’t  know  alina,  not  like  i  do.    ❞

   it was easy. exploiting memories, feelings, all of it. he’d spent years and years studying people, watching how they reacted to even the most mundane of things. and now? well, playing that part was easy. he wasn’t stupid, he knew that there was a flicker of what the man in front of him believed was love. even alina, somehow, believed that whatever they had was love.  “ foolish? ”  there was a hint of a laugh at that, shaking his head.  “ tell me how much you know her. tell me all about your precious little memories that you’ve shared. ”  his voice was bored, clearly tired of the conversation already before it had even started.  “ tell me that you know anything about the woman that she is now. the power she holds    --------      that is something that you’ll never understand. ”  leaning back a bit, he shrugged.  “ but, please. go ahead and tell me whatever sob story you have prepared for me. maybe it’ll touch something in me. ”

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the darkling would not hesitate.   he would not grieve.   his darkness would consume the world,      𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫.    ©

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i just got an amazing little blog makeover from @villainsrph ! <3 everything looks beautiful ! if you’re ever looking to commission a new theme/promos/etc, definitely check them out !

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   he’d imagined this before. a time where there would be peace, a chance for everyone to finally live in harmony. all he’d wanted was safety for grisha. he’d planned to use the fold for his whims, a sun summoner’s powers making it all possible, and yet, alina was the one variable he hadn’t quite imagined. the one variable that had changed everything, from destroying the fold, being by his side, changing parts of him that he hadn’t ever imagined possible.  “ oh, maybe we can dress you as the volcra. ”  his words were paired with a small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, eyes focused over on alina as he turned to her.  “ a little flare, yes. if one of them has a heart attack from being scared, i’ll have ivan save them. ”  it was easy to joke with her, to sit here and forget, for once, about the worries surrounding the both of them no matter the state of peace.  “ if they were expecting me to look my absolute best, i would’ve gotten another couple hours of sleep. ” as he moved towards alina, he grabbed hold of his kefta, sliding his arms in to slip into the fabric.  “ thank you. ”  a pause.  “ are you ready to once again force a smile for so long that your cheeks start to ache? ”

          another day, another appearance.  such was their life since the fold came down around them, their goal combined; a peaceful ravka, a place for the grisha to live, to thrive. it was more than she could have imagined. appearances still seemed to be something that they had to keep up, meetings and dramatic demonstrations of how they brought down the fold, all lent themselves to their regular weeks. but this? this was keeping the grisha in people’s good spirits, it was giving them safety, a place to call HOME. but things would change, and soon. they had to.   “ do you think someone should dress as a volcra this time? “    her brows raised as she glanced over at him, kefta still hung where she could see it.     “ i’m just saying, it might give a little more flare and surprise if one suddenly jumped out from behind someone. maybe grab one of the delegates from the wandering isle? “    a smile graced her features before she wandered over, one hand grazing his shoulder before she reached for the kefta hanging up, turning to him with it in hand.    “ come on, let’s get this on you. they’re expecting us to look our absolute best out there later. “      ━━ ✦ @merzcst​ //  aleks.

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   aleks had taken pride in his army.   he’d understood taking great care, finding those would help defend their people  ( defend ravka )   until the end. ravka had endless wars, endless battles  --  he felt like preparing his people was their only chance. with the fjerdans and shu han bordering them, there was always a quest for power, always that hunger and desire for more. the only thing he could do was be prepared for the inevitable battle ahead of them. the general didn’t often see every training session   --   his time was spent hunched over his war table, plotting out their enemies movements around the map. his time was spent meticulously going over every plan, every event in the future. his stumbling upon people training, on people sparring, was a rare sight. and yet this encounter was not just some random stumbling, not when he’d sought her out himself.    he’d save that point for later.

   “ don’t stop on my account. ”  he said, his hand gesturing to the target she’d been aiming for previously. hands moved to clasp behind his back, him walking a bit closer to her as he’d watched her. before he’d been noticed by her, hiding in the shadows, he could see the steady aim, the attention to detail. the form as she’d pulled back the string of the bow before finding her target.  “ i didn’t mean to interrupt. ”  his voice was silk, a hint of a smile evident on his lips.  “ i was hoping that i’d catch you as you were wrapping up. ”  leaving his words at that for a moment, he kept his distance a bit, trying to avoid getting in her way. he’d wanted to get her attention, wanted to speak, but he was biding his time. having practice with eternity, he knew a great deal about waiting.  “ would you rather me come back later? ”  his question was paired with a raise of his eyebrow, hands still resting behind his back. 

🌿                                    𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲  𝐢𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  second  army  valued  archery.    the  precision  of  a  eagle’s  eye,    the  taut  bow  string,    the  steel  -  tipped  arrowhead  —–  it’s  an  art  form  at  best,    and  a  weapon  of  deadly  accuracy  at  worst.    the  anticipation  of  it  all  is  gruelling  :    will  the  arrowhead  meet  its  mark  ?    will  the  bowstring  snap  your  wrist  at  the  last  possible  second  ?    andromeda  supposes  most  grisha  don’t  like  something  so  unpredictable.    even  the  stormiest  of  squallers  didn’t  find  solace  in  the  dubious  storm  clouds.    she,    herself,    is  drawn  to  the  control.    an  art  form  —-  if  nothing  else,    she  was  a  spectacle  for  ravkan  royalty,    another  party  trick  that  could  be  paraded  around  the  country  with  her  pretty  smile.    a  deadly  weapon  —-  if  nothing  else,    she  was  perfectly  capable  of  outshooting  a  vast  majority  of  first  army  soldiers.      (    .  .  .    but  neither  shoe  fits  just  right.    )

      she  examines  the  arrows  sunk  into  the  target  with  a  soft  glow  of  pride.    bullseye,    bullseye  —–  her  faintly  satisfied  expression  dimming  as  the  darkling  is  borne  from  the  shadows.      (    not  literally  —  or  maybe  literally,    she’s  been  absorbed  in  target  practice  for  saints  know  how  long.    )      eyes  widen  slightly  ;    she  tucks  her  hair  behind  her  ears  in  an  attempt  to  look  less  windswept,    less  wild,    and  more  like  the  groomed  grisha  soldiers  that  line  the  dining  halls  each  morning  and  night.          “  i’m  sorry  —-  i  didn’t  realize  anyone  would  be  out  here  .  .  .  ”          /          @merzcst​  gets  a  plotted  starter  !

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hi, everyone! i’ve been a little quiet the last few days because i’ve randomly been super exhausted for no reason, so i haven’t had much energy to write. i’m going to try and get to drafts tomorrow and friday if i feel more awake, and then most likely, i’m going to be reading acowar/acofas this weekend so i might be mia again for a few days before i get stuff in the queue. i’m still around i’ve just been hiding on dis.cord ! if anyone is interested in plotting or chatting there, you can add me: the shadow king.#2721

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´ ･ .   ☾       david kostyk       /         daverialki​.

DAVID SHIFTS UNCOMFORTABLELY under the gaze of the darkling. so much of david’s life revolved around keeping his head down and doing his work. he never rocked the boat. he was out of his element. he was far from his workrooms and standing before the darkling. he was being asked to do what was believed to be the impossible, but david could feel in his gut it was possible. this plan was going to work and the darkling was going to be able to control alina’s powers. he told himself that was a good thing. he was their general. they were at war. the man in front of him cared more about the grisha than anyone else on the earth. he wouldn’t do something that would endanger them. but ‘whether she wants to or not’ hangs in the air. he wants to trust the man before him. his heart aches for that trust. but the words sound sinister as he turns them over in his head. he didn’t know alina. she was just genya’s friend. and he couldn’t say no to the general. ❝ i’m not worried it will work. it will ❞ his words more confident than the storm inside him. ❝ I just don’t understand why alina wouldn’t want the amplifier. isn’t it supposed to help lift the fold? ❞

  all aleks could do was pretend that he had a plan. he could pretend that in the end, everything would turn out as he was hoping. that alina would finally see sense, leave her tracker, and come back to the little palace. was he too hopeful? that much he was sure of. he knew that his time of playing nice was over  --  his only option was getting her to cooperate no matter the cost.  “ good. if you know it’s going to work, then there won’t be any problems. i trust you to do the job, that’s why you’re here with me. ”  if there was anyone that aleksander knew could complete what he wanted, it was david.  “ alina is stubborn. ”  he left it at that for a moment before bringing his gaze back to the man near him.  “ the fold will be in our control with the amplifier, yes. ”  again, a vague sentence, but it was the truth. he could be honest, even if that honesty was still somehow riddled with white lies.  “ all of this is the step towards the future. alina, the amplifier, us working together...   it all needs to happen for this to work. you’re a part of this story, david. with the amplifier, the fold will be the least of everyone’s problems. our enemies have to know the scale of our strength. of all of us. ”

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— Oscar Wilde

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