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putting pookie on the tl cause i lub him
09/01/13 – NASCAR @ Darlington (Cook Out Southern 500) 🏁
Results 🏎 P23 -> P8 (YAY TOP TEN WHOOP WHOOP)
Standings ✨️P9 (w/ 2007 pts)
Photos 📷 cavittcaptures, dirkbizub, team penkse on instagram
Darlington, demon and gentleman of Lethe, canonically reads and enjoys Diana Wynne Jones books
His monstrous queen. His gentle ruler.
Alex and Darlington sketch
His monstrous queen, her gentleman demon
Darlingstern moments that play in a ceaseless loop in my head, Vol. I
The fact that Alex was sweaty as fuck the first time they met and made Darlington roll up her sleeve to check for track marks
Darlingtons prudish shock when Alex takes her shirt off in front of him
The fact that they got shitfaced and broke a bunch of Lethe glassware??? Like she got Mr. Lethe to be like “fuck the rules”? And they passed out in the parlor???
Alex’s foot/hand/arm fetish
When Darlington complimented her Queen Mab costume, then said “didn’t someone say love is a shared delusion?” And “two people reciting the same spell”
Darlington getting annoyed when some guy hits on her
The “incident”
His heart hurting for the wanting of someone
The fact that Alex literally has constant imaginary conversations with him and everything reminds her of him and she always assesses how he would feel about her actions
Her eyes were dark and full of stars.
A bit of Darlingstern from Ninth House to change things up 🖤
The gentleman of Lethe
Daniel Arlington III the man that you are,,,,,,
Alex Stern
Since I’ve been quite busy recently, here are some of my earlier works. Alex, Darlington and Dawes from @lbardugo’s “Ninth House” 💀
Dante and Virgil in Hell // Dante and Virgil at Black Elm
Dante and Virgil by William-Adolphe Bouguereau // Darlingstern art by pchepi.with.pivo
Currently thinking about Alex in leather jacket and boots with her tattoos and Darlington in soft sweaters with classic books and his fluffy hair.
Darlington my beloved💕
he's been stuck in hell for a long time Leigh please help him lmao
Despite the very dark themes of Ninth House, somehow Darlington and Alex are such a comfort couple. Like I love waking up in the morning and thinking that Alex would be proud of me for waking up at all and Darlington would love me for cleaning my desk and making a to-do list.
If I pull an all-nighter, Darlington would want me to take breaks and Alex would be equally frustrated with me about my thick books but still supportive of me making progress.
If I catch a cold, Alex would want me to be buried under blankets and warm and Darlington would make me try some fancy brandy to help me stop sneezing.
He would want me to read more books, learn that new language, drink tea from that fancy cup and give it my all and Alex would want me to be unbothered but still love my friends. She would want me to have enough strength to move forward and leave hurtful things in the past.
*slams fist* I. JUST. WANT. DARLINGTON. BACK.
Ninth house/Hellbent fic blurb
This takes many creative liberates and expands the Lethe concept but i wanted to float it out there.
When Daniel ended up in the hospital, Alfie tried to reconcile why he would do that to himself. He never found a good answer but vowed to help Daniel put his interest to rest - to solve the mysterious allure of magics with him. When they were freshman in college, Daniel and Alfie were approached by Dean Sandow. They were given an address, a time, and a promise that everything would be explained and they had seemingly been waiting for the opportunity. When they had arrived - Daniel drove them - a woman and the Dean were arguing softly. “I thought we only did one Dante! This will screw everything up. What about when they get to my age, huh? Will there be two that year, two Virgils?” “We’ll see who makes it.” “They’re boys, Sandow!” “We need a Dante, and we should consider opening more spots. Maybe just three people aren't enough. It's dangerous, maybe we need someone with a medical job. The trustees agree.” The dean's attention turned to the two, ignoring the woman. She seemed upset, and Alfie wondered if she truly was interested in protecting the values of whatever they were doing or keeping herself protected from future issues. You see, while Daniel had his interest in the magic world all his life, Alfie had nothing worthy of being chosen for an office that he knew of. Sure, he had a knack for patching up people and volunteered at the hospital since he was 14, but that wasn't anything special he thought. “Welcome,” Sandow smiled at them. “I’m glad you could make it, Daniel, Alfie.” “Thank you for the invitation,” Daniel said - diplomatic. Alfie twitches his neck to the side, hearing dogs? under the porch. “Are there dogs under the porch?” he asked, taking a step closer. He clicks his tongue gently, coaxingly. Slowly, a beast steps into the fall light. He was beautiful, almost skeletal with thick black coats and sharp teeth. “There you are.” the hound sniffed his hand before nudging it. “Hungry, boy?” he asked, offering a piece of jerky from his bag. The hound takes it. Sandow gives a clear whistle and the dog retreats. Alfie frowned, peeking under the porch. There was certainly not much space, but more than six pairs of eyes stared at him. He hummed and tossed a few more pieces of jerky into the hole before he stood. “Why do they sleep under the porch? Do you feed them?” “They’re spirits, Mr. Quincy. Bound to protect the house, as well as the delegates of Lethe,” the woman tells him. “Lethe?” Daniel asked. “Spirits? What is this?” “We’re aware of your interest in magic, Daniel, Alfie, and were hoping you would accept our proposition. Michelle here is Virgil, a member of Lethe who keeps watch over the other 8 magical societies,” Sandow explains. “Daniel, your attempted elixir was the closest anyone outside of Lethe has ever gotten, and we would like to offer you the position of Dante, her student.” “And Alfie?” “Asclepius, a new position to look after the delegates and those affected by the rituals. He would learn and watch beside Dante, of course, if you accept.” Daniel looked ready to jump with glee, and Alfie smiled gently. Daniel looked at him, wanting so to join but wanting Alfie with him. Alfie nodded. “Yes.” Dean Sandow offered a hand, and Daniel shook it. Something wiggled in Alfie’s chest like his body was trying to tell him this was a bad idea.
He rolled over, blinking tiredly. The full moon danced in his vision. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, she smiled warmly at him. Her silky black hair gleamed with the stars of the night. Thick and dense as velvet and smooth as satin. Her dark eyes glowed in the night. Two large pools of endless dark, warm. Tattoos that swim across her warm skin.
He was dreaming again. Dreaming of her.
Soft fingertips that glide over his face. Cool and assuring. His head between her thighs, cool skin bracketing his ears, caressing and holding him in place. Sliver hands wrapped around golden horns.
His name a melody.
“Darlington.”