#alina starkov fan edit

[alicent-criston]

He came to me in a dream. Maybe the same ones you were having.

[swanhookheart]

“If someone asked me at the end,

I’D TELL THEM PUT ME BACK IN IT!”

[imruination]

Mal & Alina || My Flag, My Nation

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same Cursing my name, wishing I stayed You turned into your worst fears

And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain Crossing out the good years And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed Look at how my tears ricochet

[thornyrose13]

(Shadow And Bone) The Darkling ♠ No Redemption

"Fear is a powerful ally".

"Another lesson, or maybe just another mistake.."

[elssiie]

Alina & The Darkling || Delirious [s2]

"I hope you've got a safety net, 

cause I'm gonna push you over the edge"

[that-s-the-illusion]

[inkbirdie]

Hello!

Welcome to my blog! My name is Crow, and I'm a leftist nonbinary lesbian who enjoys writing, editing, and graphic design. My pronouns are they/them. This blog is pretty much all reblogs.

I support a free and liberated Palestine.

My fandoms/interests: Smosh, Marvel, Good Omens, the Grishaverse, PJO, Star Wars, Ace Attorney, Nintendo, MAWS, Heartstopper, and many other random things.

My ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/inkbirdie

Incorrect quotes sideblog: @grishaverse-said

My ask box is always open!

My edit masterlist is under the cut if you want to watch! It's pretty much all Shadow and Bone, but I have done Marvel, Amphibia, Owl House, and others in the past.

Shadow and Bone:

Alina Starkov I to Talk

Alina Starkov II to Blame

Alina Starkov III to Woman (I)

Alina Starkov IV to Woman (II)

Alina Starkov V to No Time to Die

Alina Starkov VI to Funhouse

Alina Starkov VII to L.E.S.

Inej Ghafa I to Vacation Bible School

Inej Ghafa II to Gasoline/Believer

The Crows I to Carol of the Bells

The Crows II to Radioactive

The Crows III to instrumental

Kanej I to instrumental

Kanej II to Fairytale

Kanej III to War of Hearts for Valentine’s Day

Kaz Brekker I to Mind Games (I)

Kaz Brekker II to Mind Games (II)

Kaz Brekker III to The Search

Kaz Brekker IV to blood//water

Jesper Fahey I to Blood in the Water

Jesper Fahey II to River

Alina and Mal to Can We Be Friends?

Zoya and Alina to Dior

Zoya to Looking at Me

Genya to Cake

The Darkling to instrumental

Alina and The Darkling to Moral of the Story

Shadow and Bone edit I to instrumental (all characters)

Shadow and Bone edit II to Centuries (all characters, experimental)

Other:

Lumity to Experience

I literally Cannot find my Sasha Waybright edits, so. yeah. no idea where they went. if anyone can link one to me it would be much appreciated 😭

[darklingduck]

You know as much as I loved season 2 I don't think I'll ever get over not getting the chapel kiss of death scene.

Because it was that moment in the book that I knew I had lost the fight and fallen into shipper hell.

I think after their chemistry in season 1 getting it in the show would have changed my brain chemistry even more though. So maybe it's for the best!?

[lambicpentametre]

life imitates art

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40103772

T | 1/1 | 1k

Relative newcomer Alina Starkov is cast in The Last Five Years opposite the famed Aleksander Morozova. It hits a little too close to home. 

Nobody knew the can of worms they were opening when they called her up. They were too preoccupied with the chemistry she shared with Aleksander during the first and only project they worked on together almost four years ago now.

Author’s note: This was written as a fill for darklinaprompts on Twitter, and as is usually the case, quickly became long enough to be a fic. I did not edit before posting; all mistakes are my own.

Nobody knew the can of worms they were opening when they called her up. They were too preoccupied with the chemistry she shared with Aleksander during the first and only project they worked on together almost four years ago now. 

It’s a crime we haven’t seen them take the stage together again, all the blogs wrote in the year after the play closed. Starkov and Morozova build each other up and break each other down in ways that cut to the very heart of what it means to love someone.

She laughed through her tears reading that one. Her therapist says she should stop seeking those kinds of puff pieces out, but when she’s feeling particularly down about herself, she switches to an incognito tab and gorges herself on tabloid gossip about the man who broke her heart and crushed it into fine dust.

It’s stupid. 

They’re both very private people: him, from a lifetime spent in the spotlight and a need to draw a line between personal and professional; her, from the nerves of a young woman coming up in the industry alone, with no family and a sparse social circle to fall back on once the wolves descend.

Neither of them told anyone when he slid a ring onto her finger, delicate and golden and just unnoticeable enough that no one would ever think of it. She liked the secrecy then, the stolen looks, the far-off vacations to tiny towns and secluded beaches where they were free to kiss in the open, no worries about what paparazzo might see them, what fans would accost them.

But likewise, there was no one to tell when it all fell apart, ending with his screams and her tears and the beautiful bracelet he bought her for their second anniversary, mere months ago, tossed at his face with the speed and accuracy her high school softball coach drilled into her.

(She saw a picture of him taken three days later, and reveled in the way it bruised.)

So no one knew. Not her closest friends, not his mother, not their agents, no one. 

A secret marriage (non-binding, because they both agreed the piece of paper was unnecessary to show their love, and in the end wasn’t it good she didn’t need to file for a legal divorce?) dissolved as quickly as it formed. His things moved out of their apartment almost overnight. Hers moved out the next week, subleased to a friend of an old castmate; too painful to stay in the place where she could put her legs in his lap and kiss him slowly in the morning, tea brewed sweet and strong on his lips.

She went to London for a while, took a six month contract in Wicked. Something to pay the bills, something that didn’t require her whole essence when she was still in pieces. Comfortable. Familiar.

Except then her agent calls her back to New York and insists that she read for the new revival of The Last Five Years, because Aleksander Morozova has already attached himself to the project and it would be great exposure for both of them to work together again. 

From a career standpoint, she would be stupid not to take it. She loves the music, loves the humanity, and her agent is right: working with Aleksander again would increase her popularity and name recognition. It’s what everyone, fans and critics alike, has been clamoring for since that first play. 

She hangs up the phone and laughs-cries-sobs at the dramatic irony of it all. What was it Jason Robert Brown said? That level of ambition and that level of fear, that jump into commitment, that jump into an emotional commitment made before they’re ready, made before it’s the right time… 

Well, fuck, she knows a thing or two about that. It would be easy to do that opposite Aleksander, an actor who understands her in a way that no one else does, because she has done it.

She gets blind drunk at a piano bar and says yes to her agent in the morning, hangover pounding in her head. 

But maybe she didn’t think it through, because now she must confront all of those old hurts and heartaches, and all the love she used to feel. Instead of tamping it down and hiding it from the world, she has to let it show, and she knows it’s showing on her face. She curses him after rehearsals every day because she still can’t read a goddamn thing off of him, never mind that she was his wife except for her signature on the dotted line for eighteen glorious months.

The saving grace of it is that she only has one scene with him, and it’s so easy to pretend to be in love with him, because she’s never really sure she fell out of love with him. It’s so easy to want a big white wedding with him standing at the altar waiting for her, because even though they agreed, in the quiet rooms of her heart, she dreamed of kissing him before the justice of the peace with flowers in her hair. 

Life imitates art imitates life.

She finishes her blocking for the morning, takes lunch, and comes back to Aleksander working with the musical director. His eyes catch the movement of the door closing behind her, and he stares at her, damn him.

“I grip, and she grips, and faster we’re sliding. Sliding and spilling, and what can I do?

“Come back to bed, kid, take me inside you. I promise I won’t lie to you.”

She has to look away. She forces herself to look away, even as she knows his eyes are still burning a hot path toward her, daring her to glance up.

Alina sits down in a chair in the corner, hiding behind whatever conversation the props master and set designer are having. She shrinks into herself, small as she can be, to secret herself away.

It will be the five year anniversary of their first meeting tomorrow. 

The song Aleksander sings is Nobody Needs to Know.

[cakerecipe]

[Image ID:

The first image is a cropped screenshot of a quote on goodreads.com from the book The Language of Thorns by Leigh Bardugo. The quote says:

Are you my soldier? Are you my prince? Are you my darling? Are you mine?

The second image is a photo of the bottom of page 365 of Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo. Mal is speaking with Alina. The dialogue reads:

“I'm not a soldier anymore,” he said. “I'm not a prince, and I'm sure as hell not a Saint. So what am I, Alina?”

“I—”

The third image is a photo of the top of page 366 of Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo. Mal and Alina continue their conversation. The dialogue reads:

“What am I?” he whispered.

He was close to me now. The scent I knew so well, that dark green scent of the meadow, was lost beneath the smell of sweat and blood.

“Am I your guardian?” he asked.

He ran his hand slowly down my arm, from shoulder to fingertips.

“Your friend?” His left hand skimmed down my other arm.

“Your servant?”

I could feel his breath on my lips. My heart thundered in my ears.

“Tell me what I am.”

He pulled me against his body, his hand circling my wrist.

End Image ID]

The Language of Thorns // Siege and Storm

[aemondseyepatch]

stills from my Darklina - My Blood edit

[hauntedgirlautumn]

made this edit/collage in honour of today’s look of our beloved jessie at the comic con in stuttgart 🖤

➪ all credits for the pictures used go to their respectives owners

this edit is made by me, please credit if you repost ♡

[unsea-saint]

“...I could still hear the townspeople cheering outside. Mixed in with the cries of “Nikolai!” and “Sankta Alina!” was a new chant: Sol Koroleva, they shouted. Sun Queen.”

- Leigh Bardugo, Siege and Storm

[evenbettershot]

When people say impossible, they usually mean improbable

[elssiie]

Alina & The Darkling || In Flames [s2]

"Love be my villain, 

 We're one and the same"

[that-s-the-illusion]

|| Everyone think the Darkling is dead but Daenerys knows the truth ||

Hope you’ll enjoy! ♥