#glorywaited

[dreamwaited-moved]

water gremlin 💖

HE'S GONNA GIVE HER A LONG ASS STARE, before he just walks over to her, picks her up and drops her in the pool. with love

[grcwingstrcng]

holiday gift for @glorywaited - not accepting

[heroscarred]

@glorywaited​ liked for a starter from POE DAMERON

“so, is it just normal for jedi to park their asses and float on rocks? like, do you guys have it written in the jedi code or something? i only have limited experience with force users and it seems to be main thing involved besides lightsabers.” poe doesn’t envy force users since it seems a fine line between good and evil on that front. but he wants to understand so he can do more to help them.

[ulvkysset]

@glorywaited​

          ❝ alright , i have just about had enough --- ❞ from working with the new ropes for her ship she turned to stand abruptly , facing the young woman with thick arms crossed over toned chest . ❝ i’ve seen you all around this city . always eyeing me . now here you stand . ❞ arms uncross to gesture to the girl’s whole self before going to cross once more , ❝ if this is your form of stalking then it needs far more work . ❞

[vinterhjerte]

@glorywaited​   :   “tragedy” ??

ELSA WAS NO STRANGER TO GRIEF. Not the hole it could rip in her chest from the force of the loss, nor the missing piece of her heart her loved ones seemed to take with them. But this was different to losing her parents, to those nightmarish minutes she had believed Anna dead. 

She had fallen to her knees upon hearing the news, her legs no longer capable of holding herself up. Several hands had been around her then, under her elbows, pulling her to her feet and failing to keep her there. A keening sound had burst forth from her throat, not quite a scream, but worse than a sob. A high wordless noise of grief overtook her, and it was Kristoff who finally made his way through the crowd and helped her back to her rooms, Anna on her other side. At one point he had almost hoisted her into his arms, but she managed to get her feet back under herself. 

They both sat with her as she tried and failed to make sense of what she had been told. There were no concrete answers yet, only that Cassandra and her party were dead. Sat on her bed, her mind conjured all kinds of horrifying images — an attack, an ambush, some treacherous landscape that had been uncharted. 

Anna and Kristoff sat with her for hours, even as the room turned more and more bleak and icy. Her magic made her grief physical, as it always had done before. No winds whipped up, no jagged spikes appeared. Just an ever-present stillness and a chill that must reach to the bone in anyone else. Had she more presence of mind, Elsa might have ordered them away, kept them safe from the chill. Instead, Kristoff started a fire in the grate, relit it each and every time it went out. 

Anna sat by her side, arms wrapped around her. Elsa sobbed into her sister’s shoulder, just sat, dozed. She was kept company through it all. But all she kept thinking was that no matter how she loved her sister, these were not the arms she wanted around her. She wanted Cassandra to come walking in, teasing her for believing anything could bring her down. 

Eye cast towards the door, and she covered her mouth as another wordless sob escaped. It would take some days before she felt ready to even leave the room again. But leave she must. She could not stay in that room forever, not again, not with others she loved still around her, not with a kingdom depending on her. 

In a way, it was her work that saved her. It gave her something to concentrate on, when the pangs of loss once more became stabs of grief. Anna would always have a story to tell, or something for them to do together. Elsa did her best not to be alone, not to let herself spiral. It would have been so easy. But nothing could stop another day, and while it felt like a part of her had also died, she was still amongst the living. And she knew Cassandra would rather she acted like it. 

send “tragedy” and i’ll write a drabble about how my muse carries on after yours dies.

[spiriituma]

“I, uh... I swear I didn’t mean to do that.” | @glorywaited​

[naivetm]

“plots please” !!

imagine them running a bakery together <333 allie baking n cass helping.. am soft send help

soft cottage gf stuff... just living in the middle of the woods away from everybody... yeah <3 cass constantly having 2 deal with allie n her annoying ass .. <3

we could mess around with any of ur verses to mix things up <3 ilu talk 2 me abt them n plots u like anytime!!!!

[witchesdual]

Brown eyes remain downcast as they stand at the door, wincing lightly as the guard behind her speaks up. “Caught pickpocketing at the market. Again,” the man grumbled, letting the teen go with a light push into the doorway. Luz stumbled inside, lightly rubbing at their arm as they finally dared a look up at Cass, a sheepish grin attempting to curl up her lips.

@glorywaited​