alina starkov aesthetic
soldier, summoner, saint
alina starkov
"i'm the sun summoner. it gets dark when i say it does"
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“The Saint rattled the bars of her underground cage. This was her war, and she demanded freedom to fight it.”
- alina starkov, the saint: ruin and rising, before
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"You are on your knees," Alina said. "We are not negotiating."
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Appearance:
As a teenager, Alina is described as a sickly, skinny girl with dull brown hair, dark circles under her eyes,and sallow skin.She is short.Her ethnicity is not explicitly described in the books.After arriving at the Little Palace and beginning to use her Grisha powers, Alina's appearance becomes healthier and more refined. She realizes that her sickliness was caused by repressing her powers for such a long time. She has more of a figure, bronzed skin, and her brown hair is thicker and wavier. Mal describes her as beautiful.
After using merzost, her hair becomes white and she describes it as brittle and thin.
My favourite quotes:
“You will always be one of us” - zoya to Alina
“I'm the Sun Summoner. It gets dark when I say it does” -Alina starkov
Her Titiles:
The Sun Summoner
Alina the Merciful (by the Apparat's soldiers)
Alina the Bright
Sankta Alina of the Fold
Sol Koroleva
Daughter of Keramzin
Daughter of Ravka
Daughter of the Fold
Rebe dva Stolba
Rebe dva Volkshiya
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A Darklina aesthetic moodboard made out of boredom.
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Shadow and Bone wallpapers pt. 2
Shadow and Bone on netflix, based on the books by Leigh Bardugo
like/reblog if you save
masterpost
love, noah <3
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“The dreams were the only place it was safe to use her power now, and she longed for them.”
- alina starkov, the summoner: seige and storm, before
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— Мы похожи, — сказал он, — как никто другой. Таких, как мы, больше нет и никогда не будет.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Меня пронзила правдивость этих слов. 'Подобное притягивает подобное'.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Внутри меня жила Тьма. Дарклинг поселил её там, и больше я не стану этого отрицать. Волькры, ничегои, все они — мои монстры. И он — тоже мой монстр.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀— Моя сила — твоя, — повторила я. Его объятия стали крепче. — А твоя — моя, — прошептала я у самых его губ.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀Моя. Слово пульсировало в моём теле, в нас двоих.
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