𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 / 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ✳

a wound gives off its own light / surgeons say. if all the lamps in the house were turned out / you could dress this wound / by what shines from it. ❞ -a.c. [ adora. xxi. turning darkness to light] as loved by mae. blog associated with ffhq.

[cdoras]

@jinkiics : send  ⛄️  for  our  muses  to  build  a  snowman  together .     ( VELMA + ADORA )

      “ I DON’T KNOW. . . ” adora squints suspiciously, her lips pursed as if in serious thought. “ something seems— off. . . ” she holds her gloved hands out in front of her, to create a frame with her thumb and index fingers which she peers through ; she holds this lens first horizontally, then vertically, as if a shift in perspective is all that’s needed. “ maybe it’s the nose ? ” she huffs a sigh, moving in to nab the carrot from the snowball head of one very lopsided snowman. “ i don’t know— what do you think ? ” 

[cdoras]

@xrendelsa : send 🎄 for our muses to decorate the christmas tree together .       ( ELSA + ADORA )

       “ WELL THIS ISN’T right. ” adora blows a sigh through her nostrils, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger for the briefest of moments before returning once more the the heaps of cardboard boxes piled beside a very tall, very  b a r e  evergreen. the behemoth stood sentinel in the entryway of the pumpkin motel ( perhaps the only tenet the place had seen all month ). she stoops to rifle through the nearest box of lights, hopelessly tangled as they are. why had she offered to help with this ? decorating was so not her thing. “ um— any chance there’s a box around here with stuff that isn’t broken ? ” 

[cdoras]

@secondstcr​ :        send  🌿  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  under  mistletoe . ( ZARINA + ADORA )

            THE VAST MAJORITY of holiday traditions were still a thing of relative novelty to adora ; being raised by an unceremonious ( and altogether overbearing ) woman had left her more or less oblivious to many inexplicable ( and arguably pointless— but incredibly fun ) christmas customs. even so, adora was not naive enough as to misunderstand her current situation. 

        a nervous laugh escaped her, rising above the din of the party. heat flooded her cheeks as she cast one long and fervent glance at the mistletoe hung tauntingly above them, before her gaze leveled on zarina’s face. it was no help that the company with which she found herself trapped beneath the mistletoe  was entirely beautiful— adora could feel anxious sweat prickling under her arms. “ um— i mean, we don’t have to— you don’t have to, i mean, with me— like, it is tradition, or whatever, but— y-you know, it’s whatever. . .” 

[cdoras]

@wcrthmeltingfor​ :       ❝ i made too many cookies. wanna share? ❞ from anna

      “ YES, ” ADORA SQUEALS, trying ( and failing ) not to visibly salivate. she snatches two from the plate, downing them each in practically one bite. “ oh my god these are delicious,” she mumbles appreciatively between chews, nabbing with her tongue a spot of melted chocolate at the corner of her lips. reaching for a third, she asks, “ what kind are these ?” 

[cdoras]

@wildadventurcs​​ :        ❝ you have sprinkles in your hair. ❞  from violet

     “ HUH? OH— ” ADORA squints up at her forehead, one hand gingerly coming to pat her hair. she plucks a red sprinkle from a wisp of blonde hair, then a pink one— collecting them in her cupped palm. “ thanks, ” she breathes her appreciation in a sigh, rolling her eyes. “ you would not believe how bad i am at baking. then again— ”  she brushes the sprinkles from her palms like dust, laughing humorlessly. “ maybe you would. ”

[cdoras]

@secondstcr​​ :          ❝ don’t slip! ❞  from flynn

      “ WHO-AAH ! ” ADORA FLAILS ; too late— the heel of her boot slides uselessly along the icy blacktop, propelling her backwards. desperately, she tries to throw herself forward, in some hopeless effort at counteracting her own downward momentum. her arms spin stupidly in the air ; at the last second, her fingers find purchase with soft material of flynn’s jacket, and she tightens her grip around his sleeve like a vise. ponytail swinging, she clings to him like her very life depends upon it ( which is to say, entirely too tightly ) using him to regain her own balance.  

       “ ah- ha— . . um. thanks.”

[cdoras]

@secondstcr​​ :     ❝ let’s build a snowman! ❞  from wendy 

        THIS WAS NOT a suggestion which adora needed made twice. at wendy’s mention of snowman-building, the blonde dropped to her knees— almost as if on command—and began to push snow into a pile between her mittened palms. “ okay ! i’ll start building the base— do you think you can find any good sticks for his arms ? ”

[cdoras]

@chiarxscurx​​ :        ❝ please don’t burn the house down. ❞  from jessie 

      “ PFFT, I’M NOT ! ” adora shakily reassures, between rapid waves of her oven mitt-clad arms. she coughs once, reaching up to switch on the vent fan, the other arm still gesturing wildly in a  ( totally fruitless ) effort to clear the smoke. she bends swiftly to pull a cookie sheet from the oven, depositing one seriously burnt batch of peanut-butter blossoms onto the countertop. another cough.   “ seriously. i’ve got everything under control. ” 

[girlup]

HELLO FRIENDS! for this weekend’s meme event, I will be accepting the SYMBOLS HOLIDAY MEME, the WINTER/CHRISTMAS/CHANUKAH STARTER SENTENCES MEME, and the CHRISTMAS ASK MEME for both shock & adora ! 

you can find SHOCK’S INBOX HERE.

& you can find ADORA’S INBOX HERE. 

i intend to post all winter/christmas/chanukah starter sentences as gif threads, so please send these off-anon and consider them as starters for mini-threads between our characters! ( and please let me know if any links aren’t working so i may correct them ♥ )

[audrey-inspo]