#Alina Starkov's parents

[stromuprisahat]

Had everything gone according to his plan and Alina had not been an orphan, how do you think Aleksander would have dealt with having in-laws?

At first he'd try to charm them- it's easy way to get on Alina's good side.

Then it really depends on their worldview and personalities.

Assuming they're both otkazat'sya, he'd probably treated them the same way he does others he doesn't want to offend, perhaps he could grow fond of them, if they're Grisha-friendly and reasonable.

He'd definitely try not to get too attached- they'll die soon anyway.

There's quite a potential for self-reflection and/or hilarity.

If they're warm and loving, yet not delusional, he might realize avoiding loss by avoiding attachements makes his life poorer.

He might learn to care for himself a little. His mother taught him how to survive, but living and enjoying life didn't quite make it into his vocabulary. I'd like to believe seeing his soulmate treated differently might make him re-evaluate his stance.

There's also the contradiction between familial relationship and actual age. There WILL come a moment, when the terrifying Black General becomes "young man".

I truly hope they're just ordinary kind people, not some bigots. Sasha deserves family, who'll bully him with love and affection.

[tea-books-and-reviews]

[seventfics]

There are many things that I liked about this new SaB season, and many things that I did not. One of the changes that I appreciated that added layers to the story was the integration of another living saint: Sankta Neyar.

yes, we saw a glimpse last season of what the Darkling has historically lived through, and what the toll of outliving everyone you know, over and over again, does to you. we know that the curse of immortality and infinite loneliness are what tie the Darkling and Alina's fates together, more than anything. it's a crucial part to their characters to explain their actions, thought processes and obsessive behaviors.

but Sankta Neyar! she directly, thematically, counters both of them!

"Hundred of years I closed my heart (...) What a safe way to live. What a small way as well."

She's calling the Darkling's way of living is safe. it's the way his mother taught him to live, of course. to be cynical, apathetic, cut off from your heart. when he loves, it's weakness, so he doesn't really let himself love. he obsesses, and maims, and lashes out at the people that disappoint his expectations. it makes him even more isolated.

Sankta Neyar could've easily been another Darkling mirror with this alone, and yet:

"When you allow yourself to be blindsided by love, two worlds make a universe. (...) And I will see him through his days."

An immortal person with a mortal love. this is who Alina would one day be. if only she could accept that it's alright to love someone and lose them. her own naive greed are why the season ends the way it ends, with Mal leaving in search of himself, now that she's taken his power and left him feeling hollow. her committing merzost to bring him back, her trust in that they will come together again, is not so different from what the Darkling is capable of for her. only, instead of closing her heart, she's super-glueing it to someone else. she refuses to let him go! it makes her unpredictably dangerous.

with Sankta Neyar there, we are shown balance: someone who will live every day to the fullest with her love, while still guarding herself and being distrusting of other people's intentions. it's possible to live forever and not lose yourself in the process. incredible! if only the Darkling and Alina had some immortal other than Baghra for influence!

[keira63fic]

The Parent Trap (2/?)

Irina Morozova and Keyen Starkova meet at Camp Kuya and become sworn enemies. However, when their antics land them in the Isolation Cabin, though, they discover their identical looks are more than just a coincidence.

The Darklina Parent Trap AU

[lost-in-fandoms1999]

My Family: How many times have you re-watched Shadow and Bone Season 2?

Me: Yes.

My Family: That's not an answer.

Me: Yes.

[mercutiotakethewheel]

Slice of Life and Love

For @femmefangirl​ who prompted: Just some fluff. I need happy Sapphics. (The fic did end up kind of angsty ngl, but I promise the sapphics are still very much deliriously happy together).

Fandom: Grishaverse

Pairing: Zoyalina

Rating: T

Wordcount: 2604

Summary: Zoya's birthday is coming up. And considering the amount of espionage it took to figure that one out, Alina wasn't all that surprised at the detective work planning her party involved. When it comes to the cake, though, it turns out the smartest girlfriend in the world prizes will not be rolling in. 

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Oftentimes, being with Zoya was like pulling teeth. Not in a bad way, per se. She knew what she was getting into when she started dating her. She liked that about her. Enjoyed the challenge, even. Saints’ knew not-for-the-faint-of-heart and tough-nut-to-crack might as well be the text on either side of her calling card.

It was almost like a game. If Alina wanted something from her, and she knew it wasn’t something she’d admit free-of-charge, she either paid the toll, waited her out, or tricked her way past. If it was knowledge she was after, that often meant playing detective about it. Her favorite color? A predictable blue and the result of playing the most purposefully obtuse, obnoxious detective in all of Ravka. What did she want to do with their day off? Guess until she struck gold. What was the title of that book she wanted? Should’ve noted when she asked about it, dumbass. Now it was up to her to casually walk by the store with her and watch her eyes as they went. Then race in before she could buy it for herself. Flowers, food, etc.

So, when her birthday rolled around, which in it of itself took drastic, ethically dubious measures to find the date of (i.e., asking Genya), Alina felt prepared to play it the same old way.

It was supposed to be a surprise, afterall. Wasn’t like she could risk asking her about it anyway.

Unfortunately, Genya also didn’t seem to be a person she could ask. At least as far as cake flavors went.

Apparently, Little Palace birthday cakes had in the past come in the standard plain yellow, wherein they rarely made it far without having heads shoved into them. Also, apparently, Zoya had a reputation for leaving amid the birthday singing before anyone brave or stupid enough could try to shove her own head into the cake.

So, Alina made the executive decision to throw a private, just the two of them kind of affair.

Gifts she already had figured out. Blue wrapping paper. The Song was a given. Decorations obtained from a stash in the Grand Palace with the rest made herself.

Which brought her again to the cake.

Zoya didn’t care much for chocolate. She liked it, but mostly enjoyed it flavored with something else. Vanilla was in much the same situation. Toffee seemed like an option, but then again Alina had never really heard of toffee flavored cake. After adopting the ice box, and the subsequent excitement over ice cream, she knew Zoya favored strawberry ice cream.

But as far as fruits went, she preferred citrus. To the point of no competition. Her tea was always lemony. Her breakfast always came with an orange and if they happened to walk under the fruit trees, an orange was what she was sure to pick up.

So. Orange-glaze it was.

Alina grinned to herself triumphantly, swerving towards the kitchens.

Let the smartest girlfriend in the world prizes trickle in.

~

When it came to dragging Zoya into doing things, there were two sure fire methods. The first was wheedling. Which worked well and good for the average Oh no, the trees look so scary tonight, won’t you hold my hand variety of situations. And which, theoretically, if she was in David’s habit of making and testing hypotheses, followed that if she claimed there was a big hairy, scary spider in their room, would land her in their room for her surprise party.

But Alina was not afraid of spiders. Which was, stupidly, common knowledge.

So things fell to the more straightforward method.

Demands.

“Put this on,” Alina said, tossing a blue silk blind fold into Zoya’s lap.

Turns out bossy women liked it when other women were also bossy. Who knew?

Zoya raised her eyebrow, smirking, as she dropped the report she was working through. She raised a tsking finger. “In the middle of the war room?”

“No, not like that,” she rolled her eyes. “Just put it on.”

Zoya rolled her eyes back, but did as she said. “What are you up to now?” she groused.

“It’s a surprise,” she said, reaching down to pull her up from her chair. She couldn’t help the beginnings of an excited grin from blossoming across her face. Giggling lightly to herself, she threaded her arm into the crook of her elbow and pulled her forward.

“You know, now it really sounds like we’re—”

“Hush, come on,” Alina said, pulling her away from one set of heavy wooden doors, recently painted over along with the interior of the last general’s quarters, and towards another.

White with gold trim, though they’d been talking about re-painting it into something that more suited both their tastes.

Pulling on the handle, she swung the door open with one hand, unthreading her arm to gently push her through the doorway. Following shortly behind, she shut the door behind them, watching Zoya as she reached up for the knot of her blind fold.

“No,” she whined, rushing forward. “Let me.”

Stepping forward, she rocked on to her toes, briefly cupping the warm brown skin of her cheek before pecking her softly on the mouth. Reaching up, she made short work of the knot, ignoring it all together to pull it up and over her head.

“Surprise,” she said, still breathing her girlfriend’s air. “Happy Birthday!”

“Who told you it was my birthday?”

Alina scowled, repeating herself louder. “Happy Birthday, Zoya.”

The birthday girl in question crossed her arms, cocking her kefta-clad hip. “And a very happy un-birthday to you.”

Flipping her off with a shake of her head, Alina pulled a chair out for her. She gestured for her to sit, which she did, plopping down as dramatically as possible. Her hand, though, darted up to squeeze hers, still holding onto the chair-back.

Smiling to herself, she dropped a kiss onto her hair and turned around to grab the stiff-papered hat she’d made her off their desk. She plopped it onto her head, pulling the string around her cloud of black hair and chin.

Zoya scowled, but the angry storm goddess affect was somewhat ruined by the equal opposite squished-down circus clown effect the conical hat provided.

Cackling to herself, she darted off to take care of the cake.

Three-tiered and glistening with white-icing dribbling down the sides, it looked as good as she hoped it might taste. Which it would. The kitchen-staff had never failed her before. Picking up a silver knife, she pushed it into the center of the cake, watching the icing crack and the sponge strain downwards against the pressure before the tension gave and the knife sank into plush orange.

“So,” Zoya started, “how was your day?”

“Good,” Alina shrugged. Then snorted. “Be better if Kuwei would quit trying to set Baghra’s old hut on fire and if the other students would try a little harder too. Oh,” she added, pulling the knife free to wave it around in the air for a brief moment, “and if you and Nikolai would stop bickering through our whole meetings.”

“Poor baby,” she snarked back. “Probably wouldn’t have to bicker with him if you all would just back me up for once.”

“You know how Nikolai is,” Alina shrugged. “I don’t see anything wrong with him taking a little more time before making a decision like that.”

“He’s the king, Alina,” and she could hear the exasperation in her voice. “Sooner he gets married, sooner he pops out a kid. And the sooner he does that, sooner the succession line will be stabilized and people will be less tempted to poke around about his parentage.”

“Hmm,” she said, plating one thick slice, soft yellow flesh laying on its side. Moving that one out of the way, she started on the next slice.

“Besides,” Zoya groused. “I think he does it out of pettiness. Still bitter I stole his first betrothed.”

“Make it up to him. Find him a new bride.”

“I’m trying.”

Chuckling, she dropped her second slice onto a plate. With a retort on her tongue, she scooped up both plates in her arms and turned around, cake jiggling slightly as she went.

Finally facing her, Alina had a front row seat to the way she instantly froze upon catching sight of the cake, mouth straightening into a thin, hard line.

“What?” Alina asked, following her gaze down. “Should I have gotten something else instead?” Rats, she thought. Guessed wrong.

Looking back up, she considered offering to go snatch some pastries instead. She was still frozen, though. Completely still, hands white knuckled around her chair arms.

Alina blinked. Deer in headlights was decidedly not a Zoya trademarked theatric.

No, much more along the lines of an expression she’d seen once or twice on her face and never much wanted to see again. Shit.

Dropping the plates back on the desk, Alina approached her, laying her hand, hopefully comfortingly, on her arm. “What is it?” she asked. “You really don’t like it?”

This, at least, seemed to break whatever stupor she was in. “Of course I fucking like it,” she said, voice angry and brittle, swiping moisture away from her eyes. Her head was turnt, face concealed by her hand, half-shrunken into her kefta.

Alina felt her heart drop into stomach. “Oh, baby,” she muttered, crouching down beside her. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s obviously not.”

“Leave it alone,” she snapped, pulling her arm out of her hold, curling up in the far corner of her seat.

“Ok,” Alina said, blinking, standing back up. “We don’t have to talk about it, obviously. Not if you don’t want to.” Backing up from her seat, she leaned against the table instead, crossing her arms behind her back. “I’m sorry though, if—”

“My mother used to make me this cake.” Zoya blurted out, and she felt her mouth snap closed. Mother? Alina had never heard anything about a mother before. “Ok. Are you happy?” She looked at her and away, jaw clenched. She crossed her arms.

“Oh,” she said, slowly. Frankly, she’d been under the impression her mother was dead. Like hers. Or had given her up when she’d presented as Grisha or something. Sure, she’d heard about her aunt, met her flowers. The niece’s too. But no mother. Or father, for that matter. “Ok,” she nodded, “no cake, then.”

“No,” Zoya said, waving her hand in the clearing the air motion. “Let’s eat the fucking cake.”

Alina raised her eyebrow.

“Please,” she huffed. As if that was the point.

She looked at her for a long hard moment, but did, indeed, turn back to grab the cake. Handing over the plate, she watched Zoya just stare at it for one long hard moment, nostrils flared, death-gripping her fork. Before she stabbed into it with a violent thwunk, tearing off a chunk of sponge. She shoved into her mouth, chewing fast and angry and barely giving herself enough time before she tore off the next chunk.

Alina reached for her own slice, slowly cutting into it. Brining a bite to her mouth, eyes still on Zoya, she was barely able to hold back a moan. Bad timing, obviously, but the cooks really had outdone themselves.

Zoya’s eyes darted up, pausing, roiling storm blue eyes pinning her into place. “Delicious, right?” She looked away. “It was always my favorite.”

“Right,” Alina said, waiting for more.

Zoya shrugged. “She used to make it for me. Not very often, but on special occasions, this is always what she made.”

“Like your birthday?”

“No,” she said. “Whenever I did something good. When I’d made her happy, made her forget for a second what a disappointment everything’d turned out to be. Meant I was good, and I was her perfect, pretty girl, and that things were okay right now. Meant I was okay.”

She shrugged again.

“Zo,” she murmured, setting down the cake. Getting up, she perched on the chair arm instead, opening her arms up. An offering, if she wanted it.

Dropping her own piece, Zoya wrapped her arms around her, sniffling into her stomach. She wrapped her own around her, squeezing her shoulder.

“You’re always good, Zoya. Perfect, even.” Pulling her head back, she looked at her, vehement. “You’re always doing things that are good. That’s just how your heart is, Zo.”

“Shut up, Starkov,” she muttered, hiding her face back in the folds of her coat.

Alina rolled her eyes. “None of that,” she said, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

“The only time I was ever good for my mother, she was sending me away,” she growled, muffled by thick blue fabric. “Nearly pulled it off, too. Proud mother of a child bride.” Saints, Alina mouthed, absently rubbing her back. “Liliyana had to intervene. And what does madraya do? Nothing. Just sat there and watched.” She chuckled mirthlessly. “That’s when my powers showed.

“Course, then Liliyana took me here. And she got the pretty penny out of it. Not her. So, ha.”

“Oh, milaya. I’m sorry.”

“Eh. Whatever. I ended up okay, didn’t I?” She pulled back, drying her eyes out. “Besides, it's not your fault.”

Alina tilted her head, squinting. “Eh, this kind of is,” she said, nodding to her stupid, stupid idea.

“No, it’s nice to have it, really. I haven’t in a really long time.” She scooped up her hand, lacing their fingers together. “I really do like it, you know,” she said, looking at her out of the corner of her eye. “Thank you. Really.”

Alina half-smiled, playing with her fingers. She nodded.

“Most parties involve presents,” she said, clearing her throat. Coyly sniffing, she added, “In case you didn’t know.”

Snorting, Alina nudged her. “Ok, ok. Tell me you know I love you first?”

Zoya sent her a dead-pan, exasperated look. “Yeah, yeah,” she said. “I love you too.”

“Good,” she said, sliding off of the green-and-gold embroidered arm. Walking off to where she’d stashed the gifts, admittedly messily wrapped, she pulled them out from behind the sofa, picking them up by the ribbon.

“Come here,” Zoya said from behind her, grinning shakily when she turned around. Eyes still slightly bloodshot. She patted her thigh.

“I think it’s supposed to go the other way,” Alina teased.

“Please, I’m the birthday girl,” She said, raising her chin haughtily. “It goes however I want it to go.”

Barking out a laugh, Alina acquiesced, dropping herself and the gifts into Zoya’s lap. Fluttering her lashes at her, she wrapped an arm around her shoulders and handed her the first gift. A small box, coated in pastel-paper and uneven creases.

Holding it up to her ear, Zoya shook it lightly. “Ooo,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “What could it possibly be?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you find out?”

She did so, slicing at the adhesive with her fingernail. Undoing one side, she slid out the white box and popped it open, revealing a silver chain with an engraved lightning bolt on the end.

Biting her lip, Alina watched for her reaction.

Smiling, Zoya handed her the chain, reaching behind her head to hold her hair up for her.

Grinning, Alina took it from her, securing the clasp at the back of her head. Cupping her cheek, she went in for a kiss.

Zoya seized her kefta, hauling her against her. Her other arm snaked against her waist as she kissed back with all the fervidity of an angry wasp.

All for all, it was a pretty good birthday party. Or, at least a pretty good first shot at one.

[pikawhooo]

Doom Upon The World

A/N: This is a series I’ve already started and posted here. Decided to bring it here as well, maybe it’ll break my writers block? Here to hoping! Eventually all chapters available there will be brought over here once re-edited. Would love to hear any thoughts, ideas, criticisms ya’ll have!

Pairing: Aleksander x Alina

What if Baghra’s motives for separating Aleksander and Alina were far more… sinister?

I’d had plans for the Sun Summoner for hundreds of years. How to control her, to use her against our enemies, and yet… It all seemed to disappear when she finally came into my life. Alina Starkov. My Sun Summoner. My equal. My other half. I'd never truly understood the concept of soulmates until her. I hadn’t realized how much of myself was missing until she had been quiet literally dragged into my life.

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Chapter 3: Fear

But Aleksander would protect me, I knew that like I knew the sky was blue. It frightened me how certain of it I was.

"Aleksander…" I breathed, pulling against Bahgra's hold. The old woman was stronger than she looked however, and I felt strangely weak. There was a horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

But Aleksander would protect me, I knew that like I knew the sky was blue. It frightened me how certain of it I was.

I wanted- needed- an explanation, something to reconcile the two dueling versions of him in my mind. There was the Black Heretic, a man they said created the Fold out of greed, a demon who doomed hundreds to fates worse than death, something evil, something to be feared. Someone I felt so far from knowing. Then Aleksander. The Black General. The Darkling. The man who saved my life. Fearsome to be sure, but no monster. He wanted what was best for his people, defended them ruthlessly. He wanted somewhere safe for them, after so many years of pain. How could they be one and the same? I thought I was beginning to understand him.

I needed to be free of the old woman's punishing grip, needed space to calm my racing thoughts, to make a decision. If I was wrong about him, what was I dooming myself to if I stayed? And what if I wasn't? I’d never felt as comfortable as I did here, in the Little Palace. It wasn’t just the material comforts, it was the people. The Grisha had overwhelmingly accepted me as one of their own, didn’t care that I was a Half Shu orphan. Nearly everyone I’d met had a similar, or worse, story. But that didn’t matter anymore, because we weren’t alone anymore. We are Grisha. It felt so freeing to finally have a people and a place to call home. Could I risk losing that? Did I want to?

You are not alone. I couldn’t help but remember his eyes as my fingers closed around his wrist and my light burst out to push his shadows away. They’d been filled with such gentleness and relief it made me want to kiss him, comfort him, love him. I shook my head quickly, forcing the thoughts away and tried to tug free again.

But Bahgra refused to break her hold. I didn't want to hurt the older woman, but an inky fear was creeping up my spine. Somethings not right. Perhaps I could blind her just enough to release me? But then what? What would I do? Run? Stay? I certainly was not going anywhere with her, but where else could I go? I couldn't worry about that yet. I drew my hands together, as much as I was able, and willed my light forward. Nothing came. Not even a flicker. I tried again, my breathing quickening in fear. Nothing. I couldn’t even feel it.

Aleksander's eyes had snapped to me, a strange emotion I’d never seen in his eyes. Fear, I realized, even as my own panic set in. Why couldn't I call my light? It should be too easy, Baghra was an amplifier, same as her son. All it took was a touch from Aleksander and I could summon as easily as breathing. All I felt now was weak.

Bahgra's grip was tight- too tight -and strong, and she pulled us another few steps back. Aleksander mirrored our steps quickly, a few stray shadows drawing even closer, though not enough to gain the old woman's attention.

"I can't-I don't... what is going on?" I didn't know who the question was directed at. I tried to quell the panic, though not very successfully, my heart was racing and my breathing labored. I wanted to pull away, wanted to call the comfort and protection my light would provide. But still nothing came. I could hardly move, hadn't felt this weak since before I came to the Little Palace, before I started using my powers regularly. Hadn't realized how much my light felt like part of me, until I couldn't touch it. It felt unnatural to be without it.

"I've told you already, girl. You are leaving." Baghra's tone had sounded concerned in the beginning, spinning her tale of how evil her son was, how he only wanted to manipulate me. Now it was cold, filled with venom. Her shadows curled closer around us. They felt nothing like the shadows Aleksander had summoned before, these felt oppressive, like they wanted to smother me, suck the very light from me. I tried to yank away again, but the old woman's grip would not yield.

Thankfully I heard what sounded like footsteps, approaching quickly. I tried not to breathe out a sign of relief, unsure if the two Shadow summoners heard them.

"No. She is not. Let her go, Mother." Aleksander practically growled as Ivan and Feydor appeared behind their general, pausing to assess the situation. Baghra eyed them warily, searching for any signs of the Heartrender pair using their gifts.

I nearly jumped when a tendril of shadow wrapped itself around my free wrist. I forced myself not to react further, not daring to look. Though it was cold to the touch, it still elicited the same electricity as its master's touch always seemed to. Aleksander. The shadow squeezed my wrist in what felt strangely like comfort, the pressure surprisingly soothing. Its like I could feel his hands again, steading me, calming me, filling me with power and surety. My light was at the tips of my fingers again, and I nearly cried in relief. The loss of my powers, even for those few moments, made me feel so empty, so vulnerable. Like all the most important parts of me were missing, and I decided quickly that I never wanted to feel that way again, never wanted to be without them again.

While Baghra's gaze remained fixed on the Heartrender duo, I carefully formed a dull sphere of light in my free palm. As they came to a stop a few steps behind Aleksander, I lashed quickly out at the old woman, pulling on all my borrowed strength to brighten my golden light into a blinding hot white. The sphere missed Bahgra's face by mere inches, distracting her enough that I could finally wrench free. I stubbled back away from them quickly, my powers surging back fully and I threw out another ball of blinding light, brighter than the last, at the ancient woman. When the light died out, Baghra was gone.

"Do not let her get far." Ivan and Feydor were quick to action, hurrying past, deeper down the dark tunnel, leaving us alone. Now what am I going to do? I looked anywhere but him. I rubbed my newly freed wrist, noting the bruise already forming. I could feel Aleksander watching me, and when he took a small step toward me I glanced up at him.

"Alina." He stepped closer, reaching out to me. I couldn't help taking a retreating step back, still unsure. He looked almost hurt, before schooling his expression into an indifferent mask, dropping his hand. His shadow slid away from my wrist, returning to its place at its masters side. I forced myself not to reach for it, my fingers twitching against the urge. Already missing it's strangely calming pressure around my wrist, the safety and calm it had sparked was fading away, leaving only the fear and pain.

But I couldn't let myself get distracted. I had to know the truth. Had to know if had been all a manipulation, if he had truly planned to take my power for his own. If he had truly cared for me at all. If this was just some game to him.

"Is it true? What your mother said about your plans for the stag, your plans for me." I couldn’t keep my voice from trembling. An unfamiliar pang of guilt hit me after I spoke, but was gone as quickly as it had come.

"Can we discuss this elsewhere? It’s not safe here anymore." Aleksander asked, hesitantly coming closer again, and I forced myself not to flinch away again. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. It was not a terrible idea, though it would certainly be much more difficult to escape, if need be. Was that still an option? Could I be safe with Baghra out there? Would he even let me go? I did not know what the old woman wanted from me, but it was certainly nothing good. Was here any better? What did Aleksander really want from me? Even though I knew I was safe with him, that did not mean he couldn’t betray me. Keeping me safe did not mean keeping me free.

"Fine. But I want answers."

[euphoniumpets]

Always noticed you | Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! reader x Kaz Brekker | PART TWO

Summary: after running away from Nikolai, the crows got a message to find you and not long after, you got to meet dirtyhands where they convince you later to help them and find the sword from the neshyenyer while kaz brekker is not trying to fall for you.

Warnings: violence and angst, mention of Kaz's ptsd and phobia.

A/N: here's part two and part one can you read it here!

Not long after the crows recieved the message from the prince and the Sun Summoner of finding you, the crows didn't waste a second to begin their search. However, Kaz had not the slightest idea of finding you for the first time in his life, but to their luck, he found you.

Nikolai had begged them to find you, knowing that if people knew that the Sun Summoner's sister was outside far from the grand palace and out or reach from their protection, he didn't want to think that would happen if you were in danger because of him.

Tolya and Tamar had offered to go and find the crows while looking for you and the sword of neshyenyer.

After packing your things in the spinning wheel and then leaving off without leaving a note, you found yourself in Shu Han. You knew that your mother was from Shu Han however, you got a little information from your parents when you were younger. You didn't knew about much of your past ever since you and Alina was sent to the orphange.

Shu Han was a beautiful place. A place filled with color and different food that you enjoyed during your time. It was at that point you realized that you missed venturing out the unknown while you tried to survive for your sister.

You knew that if you wasn't there, you wouldn't bothering them and the people wouldn't know that you are the Sun Summoner's sister, but you were wrong.

After strolling in the market, you found yourself running from your life after hearing that they wanted you to get through the Sun Summoner and the prince.

You were panting hard, trying to dodge the crowd at the market while not trying to bump into their stuff while trying to find a way out. You didn't know where to go next and you were terrified.

The next thing you knew, you were in a dead end. You sighed before turning around slowly and saw the men surrounding you. You, however, raised your fist and prepared for a fight as you tried to remembered the leassons that Zoya gave you back at the little palace.

However, a knife was suddenly thrown behind their backs and you saw some of them collapsing to their knees and to the ground. You furrowed your brows when you saw a familiar face approaching and knocked the man out with his cane.

''Huh, on point, actually,'' You breathed out and gestured toward the men.

Kaz only gave you an amusing expression as he always did. ''Did you really expect us to be that low?''

''You are gangsters and from what I recall the last time we met each other, you are the brains for the crows and the one who kidnapped me and my sister,'' You remarked as Inej, Jesper, and two familiar faces appeared but you didn't knew the second female next to them. You assumed that she was also a heartrender because she took down one of the men. You ignored how Kaz rolled his eyes toward your remark.

''Nice throw,'' You commented to Inej, making her smile at you before you. Upon noticing, the gang surrounded you in the dead end, making you thinking that they were there to bring you back to the spinning wheel.

''Great, here to kidnap me again?'' You asked and turned to Kaz. ''They want you back, I'm only here to do the job,'' Kaz responded, making you sigh. Of course, you had expected that Nikolai would beg the crows to bring you back to the spinning wheel before the general found you.

You knew that you could take care of yourself and weren't to let him take you back. ''Then, good luck of catching me again,'' You spoke, turning on your heel before Kaz placed his cane in front of you to stop you.

''I wouldn't do that if I were you,'' Zoya announced herself, making you roll your eyes at her.

''Wait,'' You heard his response and you turned to look at him. ''If you're not going back, then you're going with us,'' He responded and you looked at him with a frown. ''We're looking for the sword of neshyenyer, and we need your help,'' Inej spoke and you scoffed.

''With what? With my useless talent?'' You questioned.

''You're not useless, you are a map maker, aren't you?'' Kaz asked.

''I was,'' You corrected him. ''Then you know the story behind it and the information we could gather,'' Kaz replied.

''So, are you in?'' You heard Jesper asking you, making you sigh heavily and drop your shoulders in defeat.

''Yes,'' You replied and rolled your eyes as Kaz smirked slighty and dropped his cane.

-

Kaz Brekker was not the one who believed in saints of love. No saint was ever there for him during the fire pox and when Jordie died and he stopped believed in love at the moment when he fell for Inej.

Falling in love was a dangerous to him and if people knew (more like his enemies) his weakest spot, his work would be destroyed. He had tried to build something ever since Kaz Brekker was born since Kaz Rietveld wasn't capable of doing it.

When he met you, it was an odd time. He had seen you, even when Alina was put out first and he noticed that you were always in the background when no one else noticed. He noticed the smallest thing when he first saw you back at the little palace when they announced the Sun Summoner existed.

After all, to him, you were easier to read.

He saw something back there in your eyes, the longing love for the general, the sneaky glances between you went unnoticed by everyone, everyone except for him. The pain in your eyes could be seen by him and he knew at the moment you loved the general, but the general had already chosen your sister.

He could somewhat relate because your story was the same as he had with Inej. The longing of someone was crawling deep inside of him but when he confessed his love for her, Inej didn't felt the same.

The guilt of oversharing his feelings for someone that didn't share the same suffocated him and it took months for him to get over it.

That was the last time when he saw you after seperating through the Fold. He had asked you to come with them back to Ketterdam, but you said to him maybe another time when times were calmer and when Alina had taken the Fold, then maybe, you would be there with him.

And when he had gotten the note from the prince to find you, he couldn't help but to feel excitment to see you again after being seperated for months.

To him, you weren't useless. He saw something in you that many didn't see clearly. You were intelligent and knowing the routes of the maps was making it easier to them to find the sword of Neshyenyer.

All of you headed back to a cafe in the market as Kaz had informed the plan. ''The Neshyenyer? Sankta Neyar's blade?'' Nina asked with disbelief on her face as she looked at the group.

You were also surprised by the news as soon Kaz had read the letter that Nikolai had sent him. You figured it out that Nikolai had also written to him that they would find you before anyone else did. ''So, you haven't forgotten what you were taught at the little palace,'' Zoya remarked and looked at Nina.

''Just your loyalty to Ravka,''

''Ravka? Or Kirigan? It didn't take him destroying a city for me to question my loyalty,'' Nina replied. ''So, now that we all know that you two have history,'' Jesper cut in and looked between them.

''What's the payment for this job?'' Jesper asked.

''Name your price,'' Tolya responded. ''It matters that much,''

''Obviously,'' You responded and rolled your eyes and crossed your arms above your chest. ''Is that the Lantsov crest?'' Wylan asked and looked at the letter that Nina held. ''You know because it's hideous,'' You remarked as Zoya looked at you with a deadpanned look.

''Prince Nikolai requested your services to bring back her,'' Tolya remarked and pointed at you. ''And to find the sword and deliver the sword to Alina Starkov in East Ravka,''

''She's returned?'' Nina asked.

''As has the Darkling,'' You spoke. ''With an indestructible army of shadow monsters,'' You informed them.

''Then what are you doing here instead to be with your sister?'' Nina asked you with a concerned expression.

''It's complicated,''

-

Not long after Zoya and Tolya tried to bargain their price to the Crows and they walked in seperated ways to prepare to find the sword. You trailed over your glass at the bar, lost in your thoughts as you didn't hear the footsteps from behind.

''I'm not going back, not after we have found the sword if that's what you're thinking,'' You spoke when you noticed Zoya stood next to you, signalling the bartender to give her the same drink as you had.

''If that's what you're thinking, you know I'm not going easy on you then,'' Zoya commented. ''Whatever happened between you and prince Nikolai, you need to let it go,'' Zoya responded.

''I know how hard it has been, but life's at are stake here,''

''You may think that I'm harsh, but face it, Y/N, he loved you, maybe he still does, but at one point, we all need to pick sides at the end,''

''I'm not taking anyone sides here,'' You argued. ''Then you have to at one point, this is war, get your head together,'' Zoya replied.

''You're right,'' You replied with a sulking expression as Zoya looked at you with wide eyes. ''Whatever happened between me and Nikolai, it's not worth it,'' You responded and turned to face her.

''So, you're over it?'' Zoya asked with an eyebrow raised.

''I know it's going to be hard, but i try not to care,'' You responded before she shrugged her shoulders and took the alcohol and held it up. You grabbed your glass and clinked it before you drank the alcohol burning in your throat.

Not far from the bar, Kaz had his eyes lingering on you from the distance as he promised to himself that he would try to be the better man but he can't do that when the demons inside of his head.

-

ngl struggled to write the last part but i hope you guys enjoyed of ''kaz'' version of y/n. might write a part three soon!

[stromuprisahat]

Hi! I was reading your post about Alina and I just asked myself a question. How, in your opinion, the Show creators created their discrimination against Shu? Because I just notice something: are they trying to show racism because they are of a different ethnic group or xenophobia because they are from the country they are at war with? Not that it changes it's discrimination and all, but I think it could tell a lot about how they perceive the world they have recreated from the book because sometimes I have the impression they had forgotten that the country is at war for a lot of time. Same, I wonder how Alina can be half shu. Like how could their parents meet and fall in love in this context for example. Because people have never taken well when a couple was formed between countries at war, etc. Anyway, I hope my english is not too bad.

They were trying to make the viewer sympathetic without delving into whys. After second season, we can be totally sure, since they completely dropped Alina's Shu storyline, except for one rather stupid mention about visiting Ahmrat Jen. War with Shu Han is non-existent, since Zoya & co. can parade around its cities freely- Ravkans and Grisha alike.

In my opinion it's a waste of perfectly good forbidden love... I mean... over ten years later and I'm crying almost everytime I hear Forbidden ~Friendship~. Make it into half decent romance between mama and papa Starkov and I'd cry my eyes out for them and their little girl.

All of that's sacrificed for shallow portrayal of simple colour-coded hatred with no deeper reasoning than looks.

I'm also pretty certain Alina isn't the only product of such mésalliance and since military service is one of few possible career options in Ravka, she won't be unique enough to bully so hard only because of her face. Yeah, there will be some assholes, but why give her more reasons to turn against Ravka?

That said, Alina's changed ethnicity would work even better with the original reason she's an orphan- her parents died during border skirmish in books. Picture two people falling in love despite the odds, facing disapproval left and right, making home near borders, where there are others like them, but in constant danger one of the sides could attact any time... even better if we admit Alina knew about her light, was warned by her parents about using it, since they heard rumours about Shu treatment of Grisha (aka why stay on Ravkan side of the line), then one day, she disobeyed... the day their village got attacked and although she wasn't found by the raiders, her subconsciousness blamed herself for their deaths and she forgot about her Light until the Fold...

[itstwoamandimcursingyourname]

Alina Starkov, the unwanted orphan who never knew her parents, the unwanted orphan who was abused by her foster mother, the unwanted orphan whose one friend drifted apart from her when they joined the first army, the unwanted orphan who nobody ever chose, the unwanted orphan with no one to call her own, finally finally finally being wanted and chosen and worshiped by someone(Aleksander Morozova)......

[steponmeinejghafa]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hi there! I'm Anne, and I see you've stumbled upon my humble corner of he internet. Below is a masterlist of all my imagines, to make searching a bit easier!

Requests are: Open [✔] Closed [•]

Rules: 1. No smut for the boys because I am canonically a lesbian <3 At most I will write fluffy stuff for them. 2. Only parental/platonic/sibling imagines for Wylan because he is my precious gay child. 3. No age gap, no incest (because yuck wtf), absolutely NO teacher x reader, however 'legal' it may be. 4. Only tame kinks in smuts (Like praise, degradation, choking at most. Mommy kinks to a definite minimum.) 5. I am hopeless at poly imagines and relationships so please- don't-don't ask for them.

Character lists below the cut <3

Zoya Nazyalensky

Miniseries

First Bench Pt.1

First Bench Pt. 2

First Bench Pt.3

First Bench Pt.4

First Bench Pt.5 (TW)

First Bench Pt.6 (Coming Soon)

Fluff

Touch Starved

After Hours

Hot Chocolate

A Little Too Much

Smut

Angst

Parent

Alina Starkov

Miniseries

Fluff

I’m Here

Serial Cuddler

Sick (Coming Soon!)

Smut

Angst

Dear Alina

Parent

Little Disturbance (Darklina)

Malyen Oretsev

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Aleksander Morozov

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Little Disturbance (Darklina)

Genya Safin

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Beautiful Girl in a Broken World

Parent

Nikolai Lantsov

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Tamar Kir-Bataar

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Nadia Zhabin

Miniseries

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Kaz Brekker

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Jesper Fahey

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Wylan Van Eck

Miniseries

Parent/Platonic/Sibling

Inej Ghafa

Miniseries

Face In The Crowd Pt.1

Face In The Crowd Pt.2

Face In The Crowd Pt.3

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Parent

Nina Zenik

Miniseries

Fluff

Just How You Like It

Dance With Me

Smut

Tease

Angst

Parent

Matthias Helvar

Miniseries

Fluff

Angst

Parent

Little Crow Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Ships (Child!reader)

Malina

Genyadavid

Zoyalai

Work Break (Coming Soon!)

Helnik

Kanej

Tamadia

Wesper

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[tiredeyesight]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ masterlist ,,

celebrities

ꕥ ben barnes

ꕥ dominic fike

ꕥ florence pugh

ꕥ asap rocky

ꕥ billie eillish

- the award ceremony

ꕥ finn wolfhard

ꕥ andy samberg

ꕥ jacob elordi

ꕥ zendaya

ꕥ timothee chalamet

ꕥ aaron taylor johnson

- fake lovers

ꕥ anya taylor joy

ꕥ emma watson

ꕥ beabadoobee

ꕥ alex turner

f1 ﾉ athletes

ꕥ oscar piastri

ꕥ carlos sainz

- in the club

ꕥ lewis hamilton

ꕥ jenson button

ꕥ liam lawson

ꕥ charles leclerc

ꕥ daniel riccardo

ꕥ michal mrazik

ꕥ mary fowler

ꕥ sam kerr

ꕥ hayley raso

fast n furious

ꕥ brian o’connor

ꕥ mia torreto

ꕥ letty ortiz

- night car drives

ꕥ han lue

ꕥ suki

percy jackson

ꕥ percy jackson

ꕥ annabeth chase

ꕥ grover underwood

ꕥ luke castellan

- us as parents?

ꕥ clarisse la rue

marauders ﾉ golden trio era

ꕥ james potter

ꕥ remus lupin

ꕥ sirius black

ꕥ lily evans

ꕥ marlene mckinnon

- on the field

ꕥ barty crouch junior

ꕥ regulus black

ꕥ evan rosier

ꕥ harry potter

ꕥ hermione granger

ꕥ luna lovegood

ꕥ theodore nott

ꕥ mattheo riddle

- in your mind

ꕥ blaise zabini

ꕥ pansy parkinson

marvel

ꕥ yelena belova

- gentle cool down

ꕥ wanda maximoff

ꕥ natasha romanoff

ꕥ peter parker ( andrew garfield )

ꕥ pietro maximoff ( aaron taylor johnson)

ꕥ matt murdock

ꕥ billy russo

the 100

ꕥ octavia blake

ꕥ bellamy blake

ꕥ lexa

- facade

ꕥ john murphy

ꕥ raven reyes

assorted

ꕥ prince caspian ( narnia )

ꕥ jake peralta ( brooklyn nine-nine )

- coffee order

ꕥ rachel green ( friends )

ꕥ hiccup haddock ( httyd )

ꕥ astrid ( httyd )

ꕥ fiona gallagher ( shameless )

ꕥ silco ( arcane )

ꕥ jinx ( arcane )

ꕥ vi ( arcane )

ꕥ viktor ( arcane )

ꕥ legolas ( lord of the rings )

ꕥ paris ( troy)

ꕥ sarah cameron ( obx )

ꕥ will turner ( pirates of the caribbean )

ꕥ mal ( descendants)

ꕥ felix catton ( saltburn )

ꕥ farleigh start ( saltburn )

ꕥ cleo anderson ( obx )

ꕥ rafe cameron ( obx )

ꕥ kiara carrera ( obx )

ꕥ alina starkov ( shadow and bone )

- divine sleep

ꕥ general kirigan ( shadow and bone )

ꕥ trevor spengler ( ghostbusters : after life )

ꕥ mike wheeler ( stranger things )

- stay

authors note : please feel free to request different characters, i do want to expand so this is just the basic list !

[is-today-tomorrow-in-nz]

Hi! My name is Silvia and I wanted to ask you something. Do you think Alina Starkov from the series "Shadow and Bone" and Elena Gilbert from the vampire series "The Vampire Diaries" are similar in personality?

Hi Silvia,

Full disclosure, I never completed the Vampire Diaries series. I dropped it around Season 4, I think and never went back to it. So whatever I remember about Elena Gilbert was from 10-12 years ago.

Coming to your question, personally, no. I don't find them similar in personality. But I can see that they share certain similarities as characters:

1. Both are 'protagonists' in the Chosen One trope.

2. Both suffer from Main Character Syndrome.

3. Both are insufferable and sanctimonious.

4. Both often, if not always, make selfish choices that harm others.

5. Both devolve as characters as the story progresses.

Characters which differentiate Elena from Alina:

1. Elena is driven and does not allow decisions to be made for her.

I don't mean to say it as a positive trait. 90% of the shit that happens in Vampire Diaries is because of Elena and her inability to accept the fact that she is just a normal human. She is not special like Bonnie or Caroline. But instead of staying put and allowing the rest of them to take care of it, she meddles a lot which brings nothing but chaos and destruction.

Alina on the other hand is the most inert protagonist I have ever read/watched. She literally sits around like a rock while the characters around her work furiously to push her from one story point to the next. She possess very little intelligence (unlike Elena who was crafty in getting what she wanted) and allows everyone and their mother to make decisions for her.

2. Alina has no personality

In the seasons 1&2, Elena was good. She perfectly portrayed an orphaned girl who was thrown into chaos and was trying to cope with all the dangers while attempting to gain control of her life. Alina on the other hand possess no such characteristics. The entire series is literally in her POV and yet none of her positive traits or personalities stand out except for her unhealthy attachment to Malware.

3. Elena is extremely adaptable and steps up

As mentioned above, Elena's life was literally tossed into chaos after her parents death. Instead of crumbling under the weight of it, she steps up and adapts even if she was a literal teenager. She takes in the chaos and tries to make the best out of it. Like Elena, Alina is also thrusted into a chaotic life that she was no way prepared for and yet, her character does not raise to the occasion. She just glorifies her abusive, past life and remains stagnated.

4. Elena does the right thing at the end

Although I have not watched it, I know a little bit about the ending. In the end of it all, atleast Elena had the decency to acknowledge her mistakes and let Bonnie have a full life. But Alina never does. She either contemplates ending herself or running away to escape from it all. She never tries to understand the lives of Grisha. She just gets through the plot so she can be done with it and start her ballerina farm life with Malware. Inspite of being the chosen one, she does not understand the cause or her purpose and never acknowledges her mistakes.

Thank you for asking, Silvia. Hope it answers your question.

[keira63fic]

The Parent Trap (1/?)

Irina Morozova and Keyen Starkova meet at Camp Kuya and become sworn enemies. However, when their antics land them in the Isolation Cabin, though, they discover their identical looks are more than just a coincidence.

The Parent Trap AU

For day one of Darklina Week

[manyfandomocs]

Grishaverse OC Introductions

Alright here we are, possibly the most ocs for a new fandom I’ve had but I can’t help it it happened this way. Big shoutout to @randomestfandoms-ocs for helping with faces and also just hearing me talk about these guys the past couple days (also tagging @daughter-of-melpomene and @dancingsunflowers-ocs since ik they have grishaverse ocs)

Anastasia Beketov (Summer Bishil FC), The Darkling ship. Named for Sankta Anastasia, she was raised under the same ideals of selflessness and kindness. Except until the test. She was Grisha, and then she was leaving her family behind for the Little Palace to train for the Second Army. Anastasia was a Heartrender, able to control people and that power was an exciting one to have, if dangerous. She rose in the ranks, becoming a very skilled and valuable member of the Second Army. Valuable enough that she got the attention of General Kirigan, Aleksander, as he wished for her to call him. And soon they were spending more time together, which turned to late nights and though Anastasia did still believe in the power of the Saints, she wasn’t going to deny the power the General had over her as well. When the Sun Summoner is found, an orphan by the name of Alina Starkov, she is prepared to keep her place with Aleksander through whatever means necessary.

Casimir Dubovskoy (Bradley James FC), The Darkling ship. Ever since he was a boy, Casimir wanted to serve in the Second Army, just as his parents had done before him. His mother was a Squallor and his father was a Healer, and though it had been the hope he would take after his mother, he didn’t. But Casimir didn’t let that bother him, taking his training at the Little Palace quite seriously, until he could heal just about any wound. Still, it wasn’t enough to complete his other goal, become closer to the General. He was enchanted with the man, but so were many others in the army and a healer, no matter how talented, couldn’t easily become close to him. That is until the Sun Summoner.

Mikhail Morozova Balinski (Richard Madden FC), Mileva Kalugin ship. Mikhail was an Inferni, a talented Inferni though not one that was very high in the Second Army, not that anyone would say he hasn’t tried. The Grisha all know how, more than almost any other soldier, Mikhail wanted to be seen by General Kirigan to no avail. The others weren’t sure why, it just seemed as if he was indifferent to the Etheralki. But the Sun Summoner threatens to change things, and maybe one way or another, Mikhail will get his father to notice him.

Anatoly Morozova Kirigan (Thomas Doherty FC), TBD on ship I’m feeling like 3 options right now. Being a Shadow Summoner was a lonely life, that’s what Aleksander always told him. But Anatoly never really felt lonely, he had Aleksander, he had Mikhail in private, he had the other Grisha at the Little Palace, it may have been hard to be one of the few to control what he can, but he made the best of it. So to the public, he was Anatoly Kirigan, younger brother of the feared and respected General. In private, he knew his father was planning to expand his power, they just had to wait for the time. And when Alina Starkov is found, he must learn what it truly means to be the Darkling’s heir

Mileva Kalugin (Lily James FC), Mikhail Balinski ship. Mileva wasn’t built for war, that’s what most of the Grisha at the Little Palace believed. She was too kind, too helpful, it was no wonder General Kirigan tended to pass her over. She was a Tidemaker, she could have been a little better with her powers but she was still good, and she was more excited than anyone what it could mean when the Sun Summoner was brought to them, the end of The Fold, the beginning of a new age for Ravka, if only it were that easy.

Dimitri Chanov (Logan Lerman FC) Jesper Fahey ship. Dimitri Chanov did not belong in the Barrel. He was kind, too kind, and too positive. Anyone that saw him believed him to be an easy mark, which is what Jesper thought when he showed up at the Crow Club. But Dimitri wasn’t easy, he was perceptive and quick and as soon as Jesper looked away for a moment, Dimitri was gone. Of course, he was still there, just looked a little different. A little change in the face and Jesper didn’t know where he was. Which was a fun game for Dimitri, one that he liked to play anytime he visited the Crow Club and saw the man. Until the day he finally spoke to Jesper, when he learned there was more charm to the sharpshooting gambler than he expected, and Jesper learned what a Grisha who could change appearances was doing hiding out in the Barrel

Liliya Grankin (Alexandra Dowling FC), Nina Zelnik and Matthias Helvar ship. Durasts weren’t really fighters in the Second Army, which was fine with Liliya, she may have wanted a chance to better defend herself but she was very content staying in the workshops at the Little Palace, one who had few friends aside from a Heartrender named Nina. The girl visited her every now and then, and she always enjoyed the company, until Nina went on a special mission, and then they didn’t hear from her. Liliya wasn’t sure what happened, but she had a bad feeling so, against her better judgement and against others warnings, she escaped the Little Palace to look for her. Who knew she’d find her with a (admittedly handsome) drüskelle along the way

Dušan Stanek (Brenton Thwaites FC), Nikolai Lantsov ship. Dušan knew he could have had a good life, the son of a wealthy merchant, he could have had a safe and moderately wealthy life. But Dušan didn’t want that. He wanted to do more, see more, and that led him to the sea. He worked on a few ships, but his goal was the Volkvony. Everyone had heard of Sturmhond, and that was the man Dušan wanted to follow. It took time, but he managed to get aboard. And Sturmhond was even more charismatic than he imagined.

Ulyana Palkin (Bruna Marquezine FC), Nikolai Lantsov ship. Ulyana was not usually considered a nice Grisha. She focused on her training, her life as a Tidemaker so she can help the general and Ravka. It was her greatest honor in life, even if it meant she didn’t make a lot of friends. But when the Sun Summoner, Alina Starkov, came to the Little Palace, she managed to get through Ulyana’s barriers to become friends. Which proves useful when it’s revealed their own general wants to expand the Fold, and along the way Ulyana meets the most annoying and reckless prince in existence.

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

genuinely going to murder the next person who says they hate a character for being a “crybaby” because LITERALLY what do you mean????? what do you mean that the CHILD (because it usually is) who has lost EVERYTHING can’t cry without being ridiculed by the fandom?????

elena gilbert lost her parents and was suffering with depression and survivor’s guilt even BEFORE the supernatural came into her life and she was hunted and treated like an object and DIED, clarke griffin lost her dad and her mum and her childhood best friend and her DAUGHTER and everyone she ever loved and on top of that was blamed for EVERYTHING she did to save her people when she was still only 17, alina starkov was dragged into a war she had no place in and had no idea how to control her power only to have it taken from her when she finally accepted it by the man who was manipulating her and then fought him with everything she had and killed him and saved her country and THEN LOST HER POWER AGAIN for “greed”, eleven hopper was experimented on in a lab her entire life and escaped and had no idea how to function in society and opened herself up only to lose her father figure and thought that she was a monster because of everything she'd done to protect her friends.

what do you mean you looked at these characters and so many others like them and called them weak and weepy and said they “annoyed you” because they dealt with their grief in a realistic and messy way like ANYBODY WOULD. and you all know that if you went through even a third of their pain then you would be even worse!!!!