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moth-of-a-man · 18 minutes ago
just finished the third shadow and bone book and i’m pretty sure it gave me actual rabies just from the stress omg that was so good
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stephanythedramaqueen · 25 minutes ago
Okay but the Darkling using the Fold to protect his country isn’t even out of the realm possibilities and actually a pretty reasonable way to keep his borders in control. Like we haven’t seen the Chinese do EXACTLY that with the Chinese Wall and the ancient Romans do with Hadrian’s Wall. Keeping the Fold surrounded in Ravka while at the same time controlling it with his Grisha, keeps both his people safe and ends that endless war they’re fighting. He’d reunite west and east Ravka if he and Alina work together actually, prompting trade to flow back into the rest of Ravka, both feeding his people and refilling the crown’s treasury.
And I’m sure the Darkling usurping the crown is framed as a bad thing, but if you look at the big picture... He is immortal, he would hold that seat for as long as he lives and bring stability to his country. No such thing as change in government when he dies and his heir follows because it will always be him. There isn’t a power vacuum after some unpopular king dies bc it was always be him. No risk of incompetent monarchs fucking shit up both for Grisha or plunging the country in unnecessary wars bc it will always be him. We’re talking about a perpetual regime that actually can have progressive growth because it will always be him. He’s had 500 years of serving countless kings on his repertoire, you cannot tell me he doesn’t know how to effectively rule a country. To secure his throne he could actually have Sankta Alina as his queen, Nikolai saw the truth in that by proposing to her, but Alina would have the better hold and be in a better position of power to not only rein in Aleksander’s more ruthless approaches, while at the same time actually helping the geopolitical situation the country is currently in. Who else better to be a queen than someone who thought she’d been non-Grisha all her life until it turns out that she was one? Who else better to gap the divide between the Grisha and otkatzat’sya than a queen who knows and sees the perspective of both sides?
Idk. to me Shadow King and Sun Queen sounded like a better outcome for the Grisha and for Ravka in the long run than whatever the heck happened in canon.
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bigheartedbibliophile · 42 minutes ago
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Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Summary: 💔🤩☀✋🏻😘☠
This book was interesting. I really enjoyed Alina Starkov as a character, and I am excited to see more of her in the next two books. Her and Genya’s friendship? I am obsessed. I know Genya seems to be some sort of “traitor” but I really didn’t see it that way. I liked how the author was portraying the Darkling, and I definitely understand his thought process - the power of the Fold to keep the peace. I also really liked Mal in this first book, although he was kind of being a dick when he was with his guy friends. I understand why he was so angry with Alina when she was wearing black, the Darkling’s colors. He just lost two of his friends for essentially no reason, and the one person he thought he still had seemed to be over him. To be fair, Alina thought he was getting her letters and just choosing not to respond to her, so she had every right to be angry as well. What I didn’t like about this book was how rushed everything seemed to me. And poor Alexei! He was there for like 2 pages, and then poof! Gone. I wanted to see more darklina too. Everyone was hyping them up, and I can definitely see why for the show (cough cough ben barnes) but I really didn’t get much of that in the book. And I honestly think if the darkling had shared his intentions with the fold from the start with Alina, she would have done it willingly. I got glimpses from her that she understood his thought process of having peace forever with the power of the Fold. I’m intrigued to start the next book though!
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destiniesfic · an hour ago
Your Alina and Aleksander have completely morphed into the Ben and Jessie version. Also some part of me feels like Netflix Aleksander's frustration with Alina is because their 'relationship' isn't moving fast enough for him. Like that whole 'I will relax when I have Alina' bit. I kind of wanted someone to tell him to slow down, maybe Ivan (I feel like he's a bro for some reason and seems to be in a good relationship himself). He's very old-fashioned that way and doesn't seem to have noticed that he's coming on a little strong. I wanted to ask if you think show Alina was actually starting to develop feelings for him or was just overwhelmed by hot he was. It is still the first season. Show could go literally anywhere from here. They might ditch their romance entirely and focus on the enmity. It's not what I want. But it's early days yet.
This is an old ask, apologies for getting to it so late! I’m kind of tickled that you think of Ben and Jessie when you think of my Alina and Aleksander, since for a lot of the book-based stuff (like OoT) I don’t really! At most they’re hybridized, but I kind of picture fanart versions of them when writing book!verse. A couple of modern AU concepts I have, like the Hollywood AU, were written with the actors in mind, though!
Also love that Ivan is in a good relationship himself and therefore potentially in a position to dole out advice, aw. ♥️ I don’t think “Kirigan” is the type to take unsolicited advice, unfortunately. Even when he needs it.
I do think Alina was starting to catch feelings, but I think her feelings were sort of “early dating stage” feelings — I really like him, he’s hot, I can smile with him, he’s a great kisser, let’s see where this goes. And there’s the added attraction of the similarity of their powers, the fatedness there. Meanwhile, Aleksander was like “I have finally found my soulmate after 1000 years of waiting.” Who could blame him from coming on a little strong?
But their future conflicts are going to be more poignant if there’s real truth to the idea of “We could have had this, all of it,” so I do think she had genuine feelings for him, even if her acting on them so quickly was maybe motivated by the idea of shaking off Mal once and for all.
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lovelyfandomthings · an hour ago
Just realised people genuinely ship Alina and The's practical paedophilia
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lexii018 · an hour ago
Just a recap of what I’ve come to realize about the GrishaVerse fandom, from Tumbr and TikTok........
Netflix: We’ve taken the time to actually make the characters as close to the books as possible!!
Netflix: uh-yeah, I guess there is. Look! We also kept the plot very close to the actual novel!! And we used dialogue from the novel for the script!!!
Netflix: The goat isn’t even in half the show!!! It’s not even a main character- IS THAT A GOAT SHRINE????
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stupidlyentangled · 2 hours ago
nocturne, chapter two
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The Darkling | Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov
Ana Kuya used to warn her, if she continued to play with fire, she would get burned.
No one had told her the burn could be this addicting.
Their trysts continue to happen in similar ways; always fueled by an emotion that brings the continued tug and pull between them to a boiling need in her veins.
Hate. Fury. Possessiveness.
Moments caught in windowsills and secluded corners in the hallways, her skirts rucked up around his sinful hands, his tongue in her mouth, after Alina had openly challenged him once again in front of an audience.
He initiates their kisses. She draws the first blood.
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nikisbookblog · 2 hours ago
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
“Soldier. Summoner. Saint. Orphaned and expendable, Alina Starkov is a soldier who knows she may not survive her first trek across the Shadow Fold – a swath of unnatural darkness crawling with monsters. But when her regiment is attacked, Alina unleashes dormant magic not even she knew she possessed. Now Alina will enter a lavish world of royalty and intrigue, as she trains with the Grisha – her…
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mamawheeze · 2 hours ago
hi I’m currently reading through the shadow and bone trilogy (just finished the first one today and will likely start the second one tomorrow)
if anyone needs a pal to chat about this series with, hit me up yo 💕
and if anyone wants to continue simping over my main man bin bons, you are most definitely ALWAYS welcome to do so with me 😍
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awkward-tortellini · 3 hours ago
No one:
Not a single soul:
Alina Starkov:
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moonyrem3107 · 3 hours ago
Ben Barnes in Shadow and Bone just hits in a different way
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also, he never ceases to turn me on even after years yeah im a slut for him and I don't mind
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jomiddlemarch · 4 hours ago
when there is nothing left to take away
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Chapter 3
“Miss Starkov, stay at the end of the class. I need to speak with you,” Kirigan said from the doorway of the practice-room.
Anyone else might have been described as “popping in” but Kirigan was physically incapable to moving any way that wasn’t devastatingly graceful. He wasn’t in one of his extremely fancy suits which he wore with the same apparent disregard as his usual, around-the-ballet uniform, just the slim, dark jeans and black kashmir hoody that meant he’d come from teaching a class or choreographing a new piece. Alina had been startled the first time the director walked into one of her classes and started teaching with far less formality than Madama Morozova always demanded but she had not let her surprise prevent her from paying attention to every last remark he made and how; she knew many other members of the company complained that Director Kirigan was impassive, implacable, impossible to read, but since her parents died and she’d been left to fend for herself in the foster care system, Alina had learned to observe even the smallest gesture, the slightest change in someone’s tone. She found Director Kirigan quite expressive, if you knew to watch the angle of his jaw and the way he moved his left hand, if you knew to keep looking at his eyes obliquely when he was focused on someone else. If you understood the length of the pause before he offered a critique was as important as the remark that would follow; he was a man of great restraint, immense control and Alina suspected she alone grasped how much he needed that restraint and how much it cost him. She had not seen him dance, except for the videos they shared like some sort of contraband, but she thought she had a sense of what it would look like from the way he stood near a window and the way he took a breath before Yori lifted her and then set her down.
“Of course,” she nodded, catching Gen’s inquisitive glance and Yori’s more noticeable mouthing What gives, Alya? that she shrugged off. She’d know soon enough and then she’d know if it was something she wanted to share. The class began and she let herself drift into the exercises, the necessary adjustments between this moment and the next to achieve what she wanted and then to surpass it. As it often happened, they were done before she expected, her body still ready to seek the next position as everyone else took long slugs from water bottles and threw towels around their sweaty necks. She took a few minutes to become still and watched the other dancers walk out of the practice room, Gen and Yori at the back of the pack, almost certainly trying to offer her some moral support while getting a glimpse of Kirigan’s approach. It didn’t work. Alina waited alone for a few minutes for Kirigan to come. She looked out the long window at the city lights coming on, the inky twilight of the early winter falling slowly and then all at once.
“Miss Starkov,” Kirigan said as he walked into the room. Something about the length of his stride, his eyes taking in the mirrored wall, told her that whatever else he wanted, right now, he wanted to dance and he was not allowing himself to acknowledge that desire.
“Yes, Director? You said you wanted to speak with me. I hope I haven’t done anything wrong,” Alina said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She had followed every rule of the Grisha Ballet though she might have bent some, when it came to the hour they were supposed to retire. Compared to the other dancers, she had virtually no formal training and couldn’t resist the urge to try to make up for it by practicing longer and harder than the rest.
“What? No, you’ve done nothing wrong. That’s not why I asked you to stay,” he said. “I have a…proposal, I suppose you might call it.”
“A proposal?” Alina repeated. The word, with all its romantic connotations, hung in the air between them. She had never imagined anything of the sort, though if she admitted it to herself, she had sometimes woken from a dream of a slender, bearded, dark-eyed man holding her, of her name said with breathless adoration Alinochka, milaya, moya dusha…
“An opportunity, a joint venture,” he clarified stiffly. “I have been monitoring your progress since you arrived—I have rarely found anyone with your degree of innate ability at such a late date. The majority of the Grisha dancers have been training with us since they were children, sent by community ballet schools and dance academies, screened and recruited. The Grisha Ballet must have the best dancers in all Ravka. I still cannot understand how you were missed—”
“I was not in the position to attend a ballet school,” Alina said. It was better to speak first, to keep from offering something he would withdraw. “I was an orphan, in the foster system. There were no extras for children like me.”
“Oh. That explains a lot,” Kirigan said, but not snidely, as some of the other dancers had responded when the truth of her past made the rounds.
“So, if that changes anything, I understand,” she said.
“It changes nothing except that it may make my offer more appealing,” he said. “Winter break is coming and the rest of the company will be going home to spend time with their friends and family. I know you have been invited to go with Gen and also Natty and if that is what you want, you must go. But perhaps you would like to stay here. With me.”
“With you?” With Kirigan and who else, if everyone else had gone home? Alone with him in the practice room but in the commissary? Would he invite her to his quarters, an apartment in the old East Wing? David, who assisted him in set design, had occasionally been asked into the study, a place he described as “like if your whole aesthetic was a shot of espresso and Army field encampment,” but even he had never seen the most private space, the sitting room and bedroom and bath they all knew had to exist, based on old blueprints Belka had dug up.
“I have created a new ballet. A ballet I think can only be danced by you, Miss Starkov,” Kirigan said.
“But why me? I don’t have the training, the background the others so,” Alina said.
“Tell me why you dance, Miss Starkov,” Kirigan said. “Tell me as if you spoke to a friend, not to the artistic director, Kirigan, the founder of the Grisha Ballet.”
“Because it makes me visible. To myself, to people around me,” Alina said slowly, articulating it to herself for the first time. “I have spent my life being small. Dancing is the best way to be allowed space, light… the ballet is the most beautiful way to feel alive, to be alive. Because, I guess, because it’s magic.”
“That’s why, Miss Starkov,” Kirigan said. “You are special. You are the only person here who would have thought that, felt that, and thinking and feeling it, would have simply told me. Who trusts dancing enough to trust me with the truth. I’d already seen you dance and I recognized the look on your face when you finally stop. I’d seen it in the practice mirror myself.”
“You’re sure,” she said.
“Miss Starkov, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. A very long time,” he said and the look he gave her made her remember when she’d seen his first name, engraved in a brass plate on his office door. Aleksander Kirigan. Aleksander.
“I’ll stay,” she said, adding. “I don’t have anywhere better to be.”
“I shall see that is true,” he said. Then he smiled and he almost looked young. “Run along, mustn’t have it said I kept you from your dinner. Yelena made kalya tonight, that’s your favorite.”
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bestofshadowandbone · 4 hours ago
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Join Jamie Chung, Olivia Liang, Jessie Mei Li, Alice Lee, and Christina Chang for this special BackstageFest panel discussion in recognition of Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month, in which we lift the call to Stop Asian Hate in Hollywood and beyond. Moderated by Backstage’s Diep Tran. • Backstage
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lost-lux · 5 hours ago
Rare footage of Sankta Alina destroying the Shadow Fold
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