#sanktasolntse

[stcrmhund]

@sanktasolntse asked: 36 . a kiss over a scar 

His body is a map of past-mistakes and victories. Lean and taut from hard-work, without the finery he dons every morning to dazzle the court into compliance, the young king appears more of a boy than a man in the morning, the rising sun peaking through the canopy of the bed, the white scars which crisscross his body screaming against his tanned skin.

Nikolai raises his head slightly as he feels her lips press against a particularly gnarly knot on his shoulder, nose bumping into the top of her head in an inquisitive nuzzle as he murmurs her name, voice groggy with sleep.

𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙃𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎 , 𝙰 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 .

#sanktasolntse #˗ˏˋ ― i like to have powerful enemies. ， answers ´ˎ˗

[rpclove]

anonymous said;

@sanktasolntse EMMA MY LOVE ! your alina is so goddamn good, and your love for her is so apparent in everything you do, thank you for continuously bringing joy to my dash along with some absolute quality content ! A+++++ forever an emma stan

#anonymous #sanktasolntse #positivity

[staredits]

for @sanktasolntse​

#sanktasolntse #queen consort of krigare alina uwu

[lionhccrt]

@sanktasolntse sent : a smoochie for the husband.

it's  endearing,  the  way  that  alina  leans  up  on  her  tiptoes as they meet in the hallway,  just  to  press  a  kiss  to  his  lips.  she's  stubborn  —  all  she  would  have  had  to  do  is  ask,  and  cullen  would  have  leaned  down  for  her.  the  commander  would  give  her  the  whole  world  if  he  could.  still,  arms  move  to  wrap  around  her  waist,  pulling  her  closer  to  him.  they're  off  to  themselves,  after  all,  and  who  is  cullen  to  refuse  a  moment  with  his  alina?  even  now,  it  still  seems  like  a  dream  that  he  has  her  —  that  she's  his  entirely.  no  longer  just  a  fantasy,  one  used  to  haunt  him,  but  his  wife.   “  do  you  make  a  habit  of  going  around  and  kissing  men  in  the  hallways?  ”  he  teases,  expression  one of feigned sternness.   “  that  won't  do,  darling.  not  at  all.  ”

#sanktasolntse #// i just realized i have no tags on this blog LMAOOOOOO

[acipaer-at-scribare]

@sanktasolntse : it's always better when we're together.

found her a long time ago , felt like a life time now . knowing she was so close to him , in the same city , in the same streets . knowing his mate was in the very town he lived and served in & he could do nothing about it . but there was no way he would risk putting her in danger : no way he would put her in maeve's path . so he waited . waited and almost died before he could hold her in his arms . forehead rest against hers , takes her in . her scent and the warmth of her against him : holding her close as he can , arms wrapped tightly around her waist . dim light from the moon above them , finding some abandoned place where they could talk without being interrupted . finally have her in his arms & while there is no peace in their future , hopefully they would have the one night . tip of nose brush against her , one arm lift and cup side of her neck , thumb lightly brush across her jawline .     ❝   . . . hopefully we will be together from now on .   ❞

#queue. #sanktasolntse #ch . fenrys moonbeam . #bbs <3

[barrelcrow]

send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine // (always) accepting

↳ @sanktasolntse

#{ ♠️ x Better terrible truths than kind lies [ANSWERED] x} #sanktasolntse #Idk what kinda dynamic we're going for with them two but I figured this that was perfect either way lmao

[suncalls]

me 🤝 emma using that “it gets dark when i say it does” quote in our promos like it’s not alina’s brattiest moment in the entire series

#sanktasolntse #☼ — out of the light. ( ooc ) #tbd. #it's such a raw line u'd think she's being so powerful #but actually she's just being a brat about nightfall

[lingeringscars]

@sanktasolntse sent 📖 (book: to kill a kingdom by alexandra christo) / mal & alina

there was nowhere mal was inclined to call home for most of his life. there was a comfort that came with knowing he could bounce around; there was a comfort to being a soldier that gave him pride. he knew how to track; he was good at it. it was natural, and he never thought to question it until it went away. he can still track, but he no longer feels a pull towards whatever he is seeking. he no longer is a hundred percent certain his aim would land true.

no, growing up mal never considered Keramzin home, not really. alina was home. alina was comfort. alina was there. yet, if he thinks hard enough, Keramzin is the only place that mal could consider being a home. it is fitting that he ends up here now, with alina. a safe space for the two of them to cultivate. he always wanted to end his life somewhere like this, but he never truly believed he'd see the end of the war. settling was something he wanted but never thought he'd get.

it's not in a soldier's nature to rest.

alina understands this in him, he thinks, just as he does in her. "come back to bed."

send 📖 for a starter based off a book line / accepting

#i don't know what i'm doing <3 #sanktasolntse #writing: mal oretsev #a lot can happen in one queue

[lantsovheir]

🥵 I GUESS

Send over a 🥵 if your muse finds mine hot

"it's almost like you like me or something."

#sanktasolntse #♕ ┊ answered ┊ ❛ the bigger the crown the heavier the burden ❜ #he's an idiot but he's alina's idiot

[kcrclrezni]

smash or pass 👁

"Do you promise you're not going to kick me or otherwise attempt to maim or cause harm to me? Outside of what I consent to, of course..."

Nikolai translation: Smash

#sanktasolntse #someone stop him

[korolnichevoya]

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

@sanktasolntse​ asked:                            42

                                                         ________________

                             42. dance while the sky crashes down - jason webley                                                         ________________

              IT’S  A       bait .  the  fjerdans  come  with  prickly  offerings  of  peace  and  nikolai  had  greeted  them  gracefully ,      thankful      even .  - - - of  course  he  doesn’t  trust  the  lying  pricks  as  far  as  he  could  toss  them .  although ,  he  supposes  that  would  be  pretty  far  as  the  monster ,  but  that’s  neither  here  nor  there .  he  has  no  doubt  there  will  be  some  attempt  at      SOMETHING       before  the  night  is  over ,  the  tension  in  the  room      palpable      .  the  music      (       very  nice ,  very  expensive  music ,  might  he  add       )       plays ,  but  everyone  is  too  tightly  wound  to  dance .  he  slides  up  to  alina’s  side  and  bends  his  head  to  her  ear .  

              ❝    dance  with  me ,    ❞  he  says ,  and  it  isn’t  really  a  question . 

#[ nl. answers ] #sanktasolntse #ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ℝ𝔸𝕍𝕂𝔸 { v: 2 } #starter

[loetise]

# omg pls

cell phone headcanons, accepting.  ˎˊ˗

( sms 一 lina!! 💕🌻 )   wait what does the pink one mean again :o???? its soooo pretty!!

#crystal gf alina and goldfish memory gf allie yeah #𖥸 ₊ * “ ooc ” … just had a dream <3 i love psychology. #sanktasolntse

[shezoomer]

@sanktasolntse sent 📜 for an incorrect quote meme!

#sanktasolntse #crying bc i love them

[biblade]

@sanktasolntse​​ said —  ‘i’ll  find  you  again ,  wherever  we  end  up  next .’ 𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

        if  there  is  anything  that  he’s  ever  been  sure  of,    it’s  that  he  would  always  remember  the  sight  of  her.    no  matter  how  many  days  went  by  without  her  presence  right  next  to  him,    taken  by  this  battle  they’ve  been  forced  to  join  FOR  THEIR  COUNTRY.    the  gentle  sound  of  her  laughter  is  a  memory  permanently  burned  to  his  brain;    the  feeling  of  her  hand  in  his,    his  hand  tracing  the  jagged  edges  of  the  scar  she’s  worn  for  almost  as  long  as  he’s  known  her.    (  he  wears  a  matching  one  now,    HAS  FOR  MONTHS.    mal  still  hasn’t  told  her  why.    maybe  his  love  for  her  is  the  one  thing  he’ll  never  stop  running  from.  )    still,    the  knowledge  of  her  does  nothing  to  quell  the  unease  that  he  feels  in  knowing  they’ll  be  split  apart  again,    and  he  knows  the  knowledge  that  their  orders  are  separate  again  means  he’s  been  sulking.    just  a  bit.      “you’ll  find  me?    i  think  you’re  getting  our  talents  confused  there,    alina.”      it’s  all  false  bravado,    the  curve  of  his  smile  for  his  own  benefit  as  much  as  hers.    they’ve  been  apart  for  too  long  now,    they  keep  being  pulled  apart.    this  war  has  taken  everything  from  them,    but  it  continues  to  latch  onto  things  it  should  not  be  able  to  touch.    mal  knows  they’ll  see  each  other  again,    but  that  small  voice  nags  in  the  back  of  his  mind,    what  if,    what  if,    what  if.      but  he’ll  see  her  again;    their  story  isn’t  yet  done.      it’s  that  confidence  that  keeps  him  from  faltering,    keeps  him  from  doing  something  stupid  like  leaning  in  too  close  when  he  sees  the  soft  curve  of  her  lip,    when  she  smiles  at  him  in  a  way  that’s  only  been  for  him.    saints,    he’d  go  mad  without  her—    he’s  going  mad  WITH  HER.      “how  about  you  write  to  me  every  day,    and  if  there’s  ever  a  day  you  stop,    i’ll  come  looking  for  you.”      he  can’t  help  the  inaudible  hitch  of  his  own  breath  as  he  thinks  of  such  a  moment,    knowing  it’s  all  a  joke  but…    mal  knows  too,    with  every  ounce  of  certainty,    that  there  is  no  rule  he  would  break  or  land  he  wouldn’t  tredge  through  to  get  back  to  her.    he  belongs  with  her,    he  always  has.

#hey emma ily #never speak to me again tho #sanktasolntse #╰ 🗡 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 — this is all i have to offer #╰ 🗡 𝐕. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 — the servants called them malenchki